झरोखा - A window to my soul

~the freedom she never had~

Amidst the saffrons of freedom,
were the whites of a death...
So brutal and inhumane,
while she worked for her nation's health...

Amongst the greens of prosperity,
a family was drowned in the blues of grief and loss...
The nation became a bystander,
as their daughter's heart took a pause.

Those drunk on the glory of power and splendor,
will give speeches about the nation's glamour...
While the skies wept for its wronged child,
her story would soon be lost in the wild...
As thousands other have gone,
everytime shaking this country to its core...
Don't know how many more would it take,
For the 'protectors' of the nation to wake...

The very land where women are celebrated
As one or the other,
Sometimes a Goddess, sometimes a mother...
While we discussed the greatness of our constitution,
She was treated as anything but human...

As we venture into the 77th year of independence,
Of the perpetrators roaming around
with no remorse...
The need strengthens inside every women for vengeance,
while the cries for safety and freedom have left our throats hoarse...