In the darkness of thoughts,
The inner battles that I fought,
The world has emerged from incessant crisis.
My deep thoughts are in a state of metamorphosis,
I believe, I hope, I deeply desire
That mankind doesn’t objectify my body on fire.
Why scan me? Torment me with your aggressive eyes?
You succumb my dreams to a bucket of lies,
Your negative flames are multiplying and spreading in every corner of this country,
Burning my inner hopes and poisoning my soulful tree.
I can still hear voices of the poor infant, the Nirbhaya, the old woman, and the less fortunate
All tied up with this universal thought of blaming fate.
Why rape? Why rape? Why rape?
The world wasn’t that horrendous even with dinosaurs or apes.
Why mankind has put itself to sheer shame?