Here I lay
Body and spirit bruised and trampled
Like a toy, played with and violated
Now I think "How this came to be?"
The wounded girl reflects with her last few breaths.
I had seen love all my life
I felt safe when Pa held me
Ma hugged and kissed me
Were those moments for real?
She grew up trusting other humans, who were unknown to her in the spirit side. Even the people who assaulted her were unknown to her on the spirit side.
I came to be by an act of love
So divine yet enjoyable
Isn't it terribly ironic
That that very act ceased me to be?
A question to the maker: when you made the act of creation enjoyable, didn't you foresee that it is likely to lead to exploitation with our flawed intellect ?
Over the years I learnt
That life is a gift, unparalleled
To be lived for and loved for
How then, did life gift me away easy?
Her life was a gift, ironically she was gifted away (by life) to undeserving people
Who could see that
Taking one ride on a dark night
Would end the bigger ride
Didn't it seem a long life moments ago?
She couldn't fulfil the purpose of her life. her fault was that she trusted the system.
one ride=> trust on humans/ride on the bus
bigger ride=>purpose of life/living a full life
Dark night => prowling human predators
long life moments ago? => is she talking about her life before boarding the bus or is she talking about the moments assault that seemed like ages
Is it all over now?
I see some dim lights, some brighter
Do I feel much lighter
without the sapien body to weigh?
The lights of the real world are dimming, the lights of the spirit world are brightening up, the spirit has just left it's Human form.
The spirit world is pure,
Where all are the same
Is being Human then likely
soiling the spirit, carrying a bane?
What is the bane humans carry?
To live up to the purity of the spirit. They most often fail, because there is no incentive for doing that in the mortal world
--- For Jyoti Singh Pandey/Nirbhaya/Amaanat. Fighting crime-against-women will remain a lifeless bunch of words until the society, the people stand up and fight on a daily basis.
Body and spirit bruised and trampled
Like a toy, played with and violated
Now I think "How this came to be?"
The wounded girl reflects with her last few breaths.
I had seen love all my life
I felt safe when Pa held me
Ma hugged and kissed me
Were those moments for real?
She grew up trusting other humans, who were unknown to her in the spirit side. Even the people who assaulted her were unknown to her on the spirit side.
I came to be by an act of love
So divine yet enjoyable
Isn't it terribly ironic
That that very act ceased me to be?
A question to the maker: when you made the act of creation enjoyable, didn't you foresee that it is likely to lead to exploitation with our flawed intellect ?
Over the years I learnt
That life is a gift, unparalleled
To be lived for and loved for
How then, did life gift me away easy?
Her life was a gift, ironically she was gifted away (by life) to undeserving people
Who could see that
Taking one ride on a dark night
Would end the bigger ride
Didn't it seem a long life moments ago?
She couldn't fulfil the purpose of her life. her fault was that she trusted the system.
one ride=> trust on humans/ride on the bus
bigger ride=>purpose of life/living a full life
Dark night => prowling human predators
long life moments ago? => is she talking about her life before boarding the bus or is she talking about the moments assault that seemed like ages
Is it all over now?
I see some dim lights, some brighter
Do I feel much lighter
without the sapien body to weigh?
The lights of the real world are dimming, the lights of the spirit world are brightening up, the spirit has just left it's Human form.
The spirit world is pure,
Where all are the same
Is being Human then likely
soiling the spirit, carrying a bane?
What is the bane humans carry?
To live up to the purity of the spirit. They most often fail, because there is no incentive for doing that in the mortal world
--- For Jyoti Singh Pandey/Nirbhaya/Amaanat. Fighting crime-against-women will remain a lifeless bunch of words until the society, the people stand up and fight on a daily basis.
1 comment:
Beautiful yet sad poem. A nice tribute to the brave girl's undying spirit. Best!
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