A woman-centric poem where a hapless rape victim becomes a saviour of the weak and the feeble, by Sarala, in Different Truths.
Far away in that distant valley
A feeble cry of a young girl heard
The beautiful valley has witnessed
A lovely petite looking girl being raped
By an uncouth merciless gang
No one dares go near
As they are ready to shoot all!
She cries in pain!
They sit by her side
And drink to their heart’s content
Looking for another go
She pleads with folded hands
Leave me alone take me
To the hospital, I am in pain!
They laugh at her plea
Slapping her left and right
Till she fell unconscious!
They hear a police van approaching
Hiding behind the bushes
They fire at the policemen
Little knowing behind them
Was a group of officials
Ready to put handcuffs and shackles
On them at the gun point
They surrendered!
The van carried the body of the girl
To the hospital where she was treated!
She returns home with full vigour
Always went out with a revolver
Swearing she will stop this
Atrocities against women!
She walks with no fear
Always hissing like a cobra
Spitting venom
She became the talk of the town
She was given a high post
By the government
With securities which she turned down!
I am capable of tackling the situation
She hisses!
She roars like a lioness!
Every evening she is on a round
To see that the girls on the road
Are safe, giving them a pat on their back!
©Sarala Balachandran
Photos from the internet.
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