Saturday 7 March 2015

On the eve of Women's Day...A Tribute to a Great Woman! (Written on behalf of her daughter)


They call me Nirbhaya
And I call myself Nirbhagya

Till that day I was one among you
Today I am alone, I lost my life

I’m alone but not so far
From the sobs of my Dad and Mom

How can I leave you in your grief
That’s killing you alive each painful day?



How can I tell you that I am here
Free to choose a hell or heaven

Home is where I first saw love
It’s in your arms I first felt safe

The daughter who brought you smiles
Turned to a scar in your heart

They took my life, my home, my joy
The monsters born of another woman

What bled me the most wasn’t the rape
But the shame and pain that my parents bore

Rapist is a name they call
The person who commits the crime

What can I call them, the others,
Who blindly live when my home is hell?

I am just a name for them to discuss
Never will justice dry my tears

I fought for life to save the rest
Who else can save them, if not a woman?

They left me to the mercy of justice
They think I’m a hero, but I’m not

They killed me, I didn’t die for a cause
I tried to live for a cause, I couldn’t

They sleep when my Dad keeps awake
They laugh when my Mom wipes her tears

Now I see the truth so clear
I can hear each word they utter

Nothing is changed, nothing will change
No justice can undo the injustice done

Women still live as makers of men
Care takers, cooks and tools for them

If they could kill me and yet feel fine
No human justice can ever be done

A day should come when women know
That they aren’t made by a lesser God

Empowerment is realising power
Within one self and fighting one’s fight

I didn’t win, but my Mom is fighting
Her own battle, with grit and faith

Ma,I lost the life that you gave me in your womb
And now I live in your heart as a sad memory.

I salute you Mom, for not letting go
The right to fight for your little girl

Mom, I call you Nirbhaya
As you change your silent tears into a voice heard

You stood there, you never gave up, you fought for justice
I wish you ‘Proud women’s day', you are my Hero, my mother

1 comment:

  1. Only a person who has deeply felt for the victim could write like this.Bravo Madame! You must publish this or atleast fwrd this poem to her parents. Bonne continuation! VIDHYA

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