Not Your Daughter: Until Another 8 Year Old Is Brutalised

Despite all the outcry over the brutal murder of the little girl from Kathua, we are only waiting until the next such episode of brutality occurs.

They were shamelessly resolute

To teach my tribe a lesson

So they set their hungry gaze on me

Waiting for that opportune slot of the day

And then they seized me

While I was alone

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My horses returned to their sojourn

But I lay motionless

Like a sumptuous piece of a wild hunt

On that land they call pious!

They savored me scrupulously

For days together

Relishing every bit of my eight year old anatomy

Even when the last gulp of air had skipped

Out of my frail lungs

Now that I have left your brutal world

My soul is savaged forever!

But for the time being

You may conveniently exhibit

A sea of outcry

Condemn, protest, paint posters,

Fast unto death, alter the law

Colour it communal

Or shake your collective conscience

By turning your display profiles all black

By the way

I was an ordinary girl

Not your beloved daughter or sister!

So let the public outrage over my inflictions

Soar, simmer and submerge

Into hollow assurances

Hefty compensations and

Years of a painstaking judicial journey

Please carry on the euphoria

Until another girl surfaces

Adds to the existing statistics

And your heads hang in shame once again!

First published here.

The image used belongs to artist Orijit Sen, who drew it in the wake of this tragedy

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