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.