Her bones turned into ashes,
And dipped into sacred Ganges,
Yet, her soul is hung around,
For her ashes to turn into fire and to burn the juvenile delinquents.
Wating for the judgment
where the crime was a treat to the sinners
and she being the offender.
Waiting for the end of the demonish acts,
Where no girl or a woman is despoiled , molested and throttled to death,
Waiting for the sanctity of the soul so deserving.
Waiting for the verdict that sets
an exemplar to the defaulters to fear the death,
And subjugate the invaders of humanity.
Geeta.S.Upase.
A poignant one Geeta ..
Poignant @gsps
True. Unheard voices and much-needed justice for the victim. (Manisha Vaikul )
Thanks for reading 💚@preetiartoonsinn
True that.Thanks for stopping by @kirtiv 💚💚
One after another. There is no end…. Cruel mentalities.
Yes. So disheartening. Thanks for reading dear 💚💚
May a day come when we no longer need to write about demonish acts. Instead we talk of goodness
Well written Geeta. This is such a sad reality, not agreeing to go away.
Waiting for the day. Hopes and sunshine. Thanks for the read Mam @jaya 💚💚
That’s true. A ray of hope… Thanks for stopping by @nitika 💚💚💚
Poignant poem@geeta