Piercing the veil to the place where she hides & cries
At least once in her life, a woman dies.
Some stay quiet, some speak out
Some are encouraged to keep silent, on others they cast doubt.
She is asked to be strong; to be better equipped
Sons get impunity, hence they remain pieces of shit
Garbage that breeds garbage, wastage of oxygen on earth
A shocker that mothers still prefer to give sons birth.
Eve teasing begets flashing, flashing begets rape
He continues living freely, her body lies covered behind yellow tape
Justice takes its time, and that itself is a crime
Her story deserves more; more than these mere rhymes
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 