SHE IS NOT ALONE! I AM NOT ALONE !



You call me a Maa(mother), beti (daughter) and even Devi,

You place me on a pedestal and worship me , 

And yet you strangle me.

Sometimes as I walk down the road,

Your piercing stare tears me ,

As if you could see right through my clothes, 

And seek what is within it.

Or as I travel in the public bus, 

In the midst of rush,

Your let your body brush,

Against me, to intimidate my senses 

Or to harass me.

In the crowded fair or the deserted lane ,

In the midday sun or the darkest night-

You never leave me alone,

A sneer, a grope, a remark or a stalk-

And my fear and inhibitions -

Are my constant companions when alone I walk.

My mind races.. is there anything wrong I have done or worn ?

And still I fail to see reasons,

For you deeds and misdeeds,

As to what sin an infant could do ,

Who was killed the instant she was born ?

Or to what wrong could a 5 year old wear

That seems to justify your barbaric act.

And the times you mutilate the face of a young girl,

What thoughts you brew and what can you avail?

Or is it your parochial mind that links the beauty of the soul with 

the face?

When you rape, molest and kill, 

You hope to crush the indomitable spirit and will-

But while you defile the body, the soul lingers,

Passing from her to me and each one of us.

And we shall shout, all aloud,

“ SHE IS NOT ALONE. I AM NOT ALONE.”

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