We.! The reason behind the drops! Yesterday it was her blood, And today its ours, through eyes!
Her songs wont play hereafter!
Addiction was our story!
My school canteen didn’t made me chai ! instead drugs !!
Regretting that I escaped from the death rope !!coz I’m an underage bastard!
Those hang ropes remembers me the tie we made in her hands!!
She screamed ….we smiled!
She wanted oxygen but we were breathing like heaven,
leaving her frozen we walked away !
Way she scrubbed her blood from floor shouting with squeezing voice,
Like a bird that never being tied..
Now with in a walls..
Where her squeak never reach the sky..
We left her die on road side like the wasted treat foods!
You call her a whore! , but we who stamped her inner core.
Even death had waited, for her eye to open, but her twinkles closed already when she dried out uncovered!
she named ‘Nirbhaya’ for her act on that cold December week!
Richie Mehta portrayed to say the story through netflix! but we are the original!
I came out, after a three year term! I am still alive!
That 10pm travel from Munirka to SouthDelhi , just to get a small piece of her, which turned the nation towards us … is now at the end after 7 years!
And so no knees are praying for us now!
Hey you girl ! if you can hear, Don’t come back, nothing has changed!
better be safe !
You are in the dais which shouts “Don’t get raped” , instead of “Don’t rape”
Celebrate the expiration!