That Night

We cannot expect a girl to be safe,
In a place with constant cases of rape.

The obnoxious stares she has to fight,
When she is walking alone at night.

The people who know the story of her plight,
Are aware of the fact that
She's neither safe in dark nor in daylight.

And so a girl was sitting in a bus,
Whose story is well known to us

Completely unaware and defenseless
And before she could even guess

She was attacked
With filthy words and actions black.

Who knew how their minds worked,
Soon there was only lust that lurked.

The moment her dress was torn,
The woman in her was scorned.

Her soul cried in vain,
Just to come across more contempt and pain.

She felt she had lost everything ,
The thought of facing society made her cringe.

And just when she felt her existence had no meaning,
A rod was inserted to kill,

Piercing her ribs with that steel.
And pain was something she could no longer feel.

They left her there on the road to die,
Even disgracing her last goodbye.

That night we lost a daughter,
And a loved but unguarded sister.

What was her mistake?
That she was alone at her own stake?

Or her dress was too revealing,
That provoked the disgusting feeling.

Or just because she was a woman,
She deserved to be treated unlike human?

No! It was not she who was wrong,
Rather the dominating feeling that was strong.

But the nation fought for her right,
There broke out a just fight.
And only feminism and rage was in sight.

After many years that went unnoticed.
After many pleas that were unheard,
The justice was conferred.

Her story had touched billions of hearts,
In candle light marches people had taken part.

But nobody knew in that game of laws,
Her character was burnt to flaws.

It was late until they declared,
And now hardly anybody cared.
And the one for whom they fought,
Was no more there.

Why can't we not let this happen?
Is the real question in sight,

So remember that we still don't have answers,
To the questions she could not ask That Night.

~ Reha