Let's stone ourselves to death
Because we couldn't stone them to;
Don't tear me apart
I am your sister, I am your mother
My sister screamed, who hears?
Let's stone ourselves to death
Because we couldn't stone them to;
Who tore my sisters in the street?
‘I wanted to, I wanted to live! '
Capital of abuse, assault, molestation
Incredible India, shame on you!
Nobody killed Jessica, Nobody raped her too.
And a baby on a trident cried for milk
The democracy gave her a name
Ghosts of Godhra.
My sister brutally gang raped
And we named her JYOTHI.
And Jyothi, my unseen sister
Let me kill myself by an iron rod
For, I am ashamed to live in the world
Where you are torn to death
Because you are a woman.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Habeeburahman Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up