Messed up

We Indians are weirdly hypocritical.



We have like millions of Devis amongst the multi millions of Devi Devtas we worship.


But somehow feel its okay to throw acid on them.Or assault them.


Or for that matter rape them and blame it on the outfit they were wearing.
We seriously are a messed up bunch.




So thin,tattered,my veil blotted, crumpled,
Innocence scarred, my soul stained,
Kaleidoscope runs,images of horror bundled,
Haunting insinuations, as the victim gets blamed.




Why the spotlight of judgment splashed over my wounds????
Any why the hell am I on a trial,when the guilty basks?????????
Why was I not told,as I walked among these hounds?
Ma,why didn’t you teach? Spotting animals under human masks...




My life,my antagonist now, everyday fighting in those rings that bout,
Body crushed,eyes red,vacant,watching another life writhe,
But its not the pain that hurts,but the pangs of self doubt,
Still everyone is silent, gripped in comfort of denial,and justice..no where in sight