A Requiem for Our dead Sister

A Requiem to our dead Sister

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We never saw her face.

We never knew her name.

We never met her.

But she touched our soul.

She shook us up from apathy

We called her Damini

Braveheart, Nirbhaya, Amanat

Her struggle to survive touched us

We prayed for her, lit candles

We came out on the streets

She will never know her names

She will never know we wept

She will never know our empathy

She will never know we mourned

She will always be a part of us

We, the daughters of India

Who hunch our shoulders

On streets to shield our breasts

From being groped by strangers

While our steps do not falter

We who avoid eye contact

With louts who make lewd gestures

We who do not linger

To hear sleazy comments made

On our walk, our anatomy our dress

We who face daily inquisition

Why were we out of home?

What were we wearing?

Did we know him, or invite

The man who groped us?

She will never know her names

She will never know we wept

She will never know our empathy

She will never know we mourned

She will always be a part of us

24 thoughts on “A Requiem for Our dead Sister

    • We have to. Our leaders have lost the plot, our police is inept and they view women as objects too. We have to stand up – for our sakes

  1. It is a moment of grief .. it was her that day, it was another nameless face yesterday! We need to stop all this. Let the young girls not die because of our social insensitivity and irresponsibility. She paid a price for rest of us ….

  2. Even as we were shocked at the horror, the govt was playing politics:

    Questioning the airlifting of the 23-year-old victim to Singapore, the Indian Medical Association asked the government whether the reason to shift the patient was purely for medical purposes or there were other factors.

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