Our Redemption

Feel Our Rage

To rape someone, is to sexually force oneself onto another,
It's tearing one's soul to the extend,
Where it's not just physical, but it breaks the person mentally,
If I have to explain how it feels,
Just imagine being placed in a box of glass, transparent for world to see,
Both your hands and legs cuffed, so can't go out of the reach,
And it is filled with water, so it's choking life out of you, from within,
Some may say, it's far more terrible than that, to which I agree,
Replace the cuffs and the water with humanity,
The box is our world,
I mean, sure they get raped by strangers,
But they do, get raped, by family, by friends, by this society,
You wanna know, why the box was transparent,
Cause when the act is over, if she survives,
She has to hear their comments,
She has to hear, how she was wrong going there,
She has to tell, what was it that made her leave her house,
She has to hear, why did you went alone,
As if there are safe, with the company,
She has to hear the question, what were you wearing
Like these sick people have left kids,
And if she doesn't survive, it's just tragic,
Another day without display pictures on whatsapp,
Another day of trending a hashtag,
Some feel it is about the massive one day protest,
Some feel it is about the feminism,
That how the hell they still comment about the dress, in this century,
Ohh I know which century, it is,
I m just worried, if this could last another century,
I am just worried, if for someone who read this, in the next century,
And looks at his world, still it all seems same,
Would you like to hear, what needs to be done?
Then please don't stop till this end,

Rape was the word, that was introduced to me,
When I was in class five,
It came to me, cause a student called another, bastard,
And when the teacher interjected this conversation,
She explained what that meant,
And told him, never to use that word ever again,
She even asked him, if he had heard that from news, in distress,
I didn't understood the reference, cause I am as ignorant as my dad feels,
But not this time, I checked out the media,
At that point of time, one news had reached it's way to India,
A college student was raped and pregnant with the child from rapist,
To be honest, I don't remember the exact tag line,
the term bastard was used there,
I knew the meaning of that, but rape and rapist was new,
I looked it up in dictionary, and I knew the meaning,
Did I understood it?
No, I had no clue about reproduction,
Sorry, we didn't have Internet as it is, today,

My life continued, and I dated girls,
More than the bunch that is called a few,
I even found the one, I can call, my love,
It all happened, while I lived in Delhi,
It was a beautiful city, from where I was living,
You know, I used to drop my girl, not thinking about her safety,
But just cause I could stay a little bit longer with her, before she leaves,
What does that have to do with this topic,
Wait I m getting there,

So I think, I have always been that kind of guy,
You just feel like, you can talk about anything without being judged,
Cause I don't remember, how she started telling me about her friend,
So this was one of her best friends, and I knew her,
Ever since I got to know her, she was really sweet towards me,
So it was time, that girl, had joined Orkut,
And met a few guys from there, who lived near by,
So after a while, this girl and my love, went out to watch movies with those guys,
In between the movie, the best friend went out with 2 or 3 of those guys,
And my love went out after a little while, looking for her,
The girl was heavily buzzed,
Those guys had actually spiked the girl's drink, and had raped her,
My love took her friend out from their car, 
And tried hard to get her back to her conscious,
She took her back to girl's place,
They had actually impregnated her,
And her mother had got her aborted, after being told everything,
No one else knew about that thing, just the girl, her mother and my love,
To be honest, I felt terrible, I mean, I knew that girl,
And she always seemed so full of life, whenever she was around,
I did told my love, how horrible this feels,
And how it must have been to be around, to witness it there,
And then I did something, for which I question myself for every single day,
I told my love, never to tell about this anyone, no matter who,
I told her, this was her secret to be kept, cause they didn't wanted it to spread anywhere,
I know, what you are thinking?
That was right,
Why did he told us now here,
To be read by world, everywhere?
You know, after that conversation, I always looked at that girl, differently,
Not in the way, she had lost her place there,
But in the way, she lived her life, passed that event,
I really respected that, I mean, going through such horrors,
And made to keep it to herself,
I mean, it must have felt like a spear, down the heart,
Many of you, might say, it all happened cause she trusted a bunch of strangers,
Yeah sure, that is true, but then does that mean, I should only live among only those,
Who have lived around me by the construct of people before me,
But then, if you break the chain of meeting strangers,
From the every single level of this hierarchy,
You be surprised that, you won't be born,
Someone among your ancestors, surely married a stranger,
Why was I surprised, cause I didn't knew for sure,
Why I did this?
Why I wanted her not to tell this anybody?
Was I really worried about its confidentiality?
Or was I just afraid to talk more about this word, rape?