The entire country is at shock, not only for what has happened in Haryana but also for the people denying the facts shamelessly. I mourn for the ignored ‘gang-rape victims’ of Murthal and for the people to whom humanity never existed. It’s disgusting that people of the entire state are trying to submerge the issue under the rumors of mere political outrage. 🙁
For a state having the dubious distinction for the worst gender ratio amidst all the Indian states; second highest female foeticide and infanticide rate in India after Punjab, that day was a usual one. For a state where woman are forced into polyandry, that day was not an exception but a shame on humanity. For a state where stalwarts claim developing medicines that could alter a woman’s womb, so that she gives birth to only boys, that day was not a curse but an example.
My poem is a ‘mourning’ for those victims of Murthal gang-rape where humanity plays ‘A Wailing Woman’. :'(
SHE wept in the fields,
Amidst clothes and unmentionables
SHE cried for their deeds,
For SHE tried, but they were uncontrollable
SHE sobbed for their creed,
Savagely barbaric and fiercely unstoppable.
SHE whimpered for her,
Whose sanctity was violated
SHE saw her being dragged,
Abused, disgusted, molested
Yet SHE remained calm, an effigy
As, by them, SHE was dictated.
Though SHE was hurt but not surprised
SHE spotted her tiny soul buried in this soil,
The fragile she, splintered in the womb,
Of her mother, who, somehow, had survived
To quench their ardor of polyandry
Which they proclaimed their chivalry.
SHE grieved for them
Who refused her existence
And said proudly that “Nothing Happened”
Despite those evidences and reminiscence.
For them she was never-ever even born,
What if SHE was humanity, SHE was kept forlorn.
SHE wept in the fields of Murthal,
SHE died of their acts, so brutal… !
‘SHE’ is the portrayal of humanity and ‘her’, is a woman in my poem.