Manisha, you will not go unmourned
We will burn candles, sign petitions
March, update our Facebook status
Even write a poem or two.
And then we will move on
To wait our turn
The turns of our mothers
Sisters, wives, daughters
And perhaps even ourselves.
Piercing truth
No words just heart-wrenching!
So heartwrenching. You have expressed the pain simply and yet so emphatically!
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