![]() new year in kolkataA Poem by aakash01![]() this is the first time i'm writing a description of my poem, as it is quite important for the reader to know the context of this poem....i will request the readers to read my "author's note" first..![]()
when the new year's first ray of sun
hits the earth, and tries- to wash away darkness of night, or sins- whatever you say, i don't see a point, a single point in my mind- to be happy, or even feel a li'l fresh- 'cause, i have seen just now, before my cursed eyes- how easily a sixteen year old in this civilized world, dies. i don't know what sun can wash away a crime like this- but i know lots of joy celebrations are still on; she wasn't a famous girl, not at least when alive- even not when she was raped again and again, by some beasts! she wasn't a nobel-laureate, nor an oscar-winner- 'cause i don't know why else no one is crying for her! they put her house on fire locking her there, inside- 'cause she wouldn't ever keep quiet- and lose to those disguised beasts- she thought, she'd better die at least the smell of her burnt skin, flesh and ravaged youth- might reach the joyous hearts, of thousands of drunken men- and their blindfolded wives; it might as well reach the noses- of power-sniffing leaders in their chairs and spoil their meal for the diner, compelling them to look down! the burnt girl dies on her bed- but keeps her both eyes open, and i can see the fire- it's still burning inside- come on friend! who will it be? who wants to become truly bathed in a holy stream of water? then put your hand inside deep inside your chest- bring out the drop of sun that you have been saving for long! come on, burn your hand- it doesn't really hurt anymore- it's time occupy the streets- like we've never done before! i don't see a new year coming- as long i see some rapists win- i don't feel like ever celebrating- as long the roads are unclean- i can't wash away the blood- blood that i see on my hands- blood that i see everywhere- blood that's not going to fade, ever.. i see a sixteen year old. raped, and burnt, on the road. i see an enormous crowd. stampeding her body, and yelling aloud. i keep questioning myself, what has that little girl done- to be punished like this! why even after her death- society rapes her in peace?
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3 Reviews Added on January 1, 2014 Last Updated on January 2, 2014 Author![]() aakash01Kolkata, Jadavpur, IndiaAbouti am an undergraduate student of medicine and surgery. i just have a dream of becoming a writer someday though i am not so sure myself if i'll ever make it. still, i just love writing and expressing m.. more..Writing
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