‘Life’s not a piece of cake’, women!
So in the lanes, when you walk alone-
Some ‘chip of the old blocks’
Chase you, scare you, and blast your womb
Such loathing lacerates, drips your heart
Lees of lust push you down
Burying sins of insouciance stifle your guts...
Rape is, an expression of men's dominance...so,
‘Sow your oats, reap a rich harvest’
The more bloody; the bloodier treats!
Prevent future humiliation and crime,
Swear never to get violated again!
Ah, when men like man-eaters thrive and stall
.. sort yourself
Between moments of despair and action
Silence those sly hypocrites!!
'Actions Speak Louder Than Words:' So,
With each assault- whip up screams
Let the echos divulge the terrors of male anarchy
‘Turn the tables,’
The intensity must match
... the night’s sizzle in rape
Heads must roll,
There’s no other way!
People protested on the streets of Kolkata recently. Bengal’s angry intelligentsia took out a protest march against the rising crime against women in the state. I understand, there can never be a modicum of solution for any of today’s problem through the creations of literature....nevertheless, I’m not losing hope....
This poem is dedicated to all the rape victims of the state...