Remember me as a Martyr

Where are those values of Indianism...

Let me not concieve more truths
about the contemporary brio,
for what the smoldering altruism

gave me some uncurable wounds.

 

All I had wished for was some lovingness

a benevolenct  existence

some inherent tender values
from my native purity.

 

But time enlightened me with scars
that nobody deserves,
what the fire of lust embossed
leaving a burn on my essence.

 

I was taken to a dark dark place

where the devils rule

where no humans had gone

I was rattled by ruthlessness

The blaze of unrelenting desires

bruised my entity

Now I feel hollow from inside

with a wounded soul I try to fight

 

My woed soul now needs some rest

as am too weak to fight this battle

And now when I have to say my final words

I won't say I am a victim of some tragedy
or a sufferer of some callous act
Am a martyr of a new awareness.

 

I am a source to a new consiousness
And thats how I shall be remembered!

Keep this flame of this discernment alive

For my sacrifice should not go in vain...

Author's Note

She was a 23-year-old medical student, severely beaten, raped and thrown out of a moving bus in New Delhi two weeks ago, was flown to Singapore in a critical condition by the Indian government on Thursday for specialist treatment....she passed away last night..died off multiple organ failure triggered by brain damage.It was a ruthless act ...the one which coudn'teven be imagined... :(
Well..certainly it would be a true homage to her memory if we are able to channel these emotions in the right way into a constructive course of action...

Reviews

[Frieda P]

I think this is a fitting tribute, but to include 'lust' in this piece resounds distasteful, in my humble opinion. It's always about power and cruelty....it's a crime of violence NOT passion.

[patricia]

it is hard to get past my own anger for this girls tragic end. Her story has surely brought a wider picture to the fore, she will not have died in vain if change comes from this heart breaking story. Yes...truly she is a martyer...and we must all change the things we can, making a stand on topics such as these, but also reaching a place of forgiveness somehow...someday. Understanding the role society's play is the road to forgiveness, or at least the first few steps along it. Thankyou. Apologies if my review offends anyone.

[Phillitup]

This is a beautifully dark and sad poem.