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The Clamoring Silence | Stop Violence Against Women


A thousand candles, raised close to their bosom…
With hands protecting the blinking… quivering flame…
They all walked through the streets… with placards of outcry…
Silently, peacefully, they marched… with hearts full of dissent…

Their eyes were swollen… filled with incessant tears…
Their souls grieved for her… she hadn’t died in vain…
They wanted a thousand deaths… for her beastly violators…
Faces looked red with loath… as they silently walked in disdain…

Their hearts prayed peace for her brave young soul…
A billion hearts wreathing in pain with her sufferings…
The Gods had been watching this… helplessly in disgust…
How could they create… evil monsters in human frames?

There are many like her… some dead and some live like dead…
Some wept in reticence… everyday… till their mortal body survived…
They never got their life back… their happiness murdered…
With horror of violence they live… and everyday their soul has died…

A thousand now walk for them… the victims yet filled with guilt…
A slap on the face of society… which detests… abandons the violated…
Which leaves them for death… instead of a life of love and dignity…
Virtually glorifying the violence… so inhuman… an endless insanity…

There was spirit in their walk… there was silence in the streets…
But there was an unconditional uproar in everybody’s hearts…
It was an army of candles… a troop of fighters against injustice…
They might be mute today… but there are clamors in their silence…

© Manish Ranjan, 2014

The Little Fugitive | A protest against female foeticide


One Sunday morning, I heard a blunt knock on the door…
My eyes were heavy and filled with sloth and sleep…
I chose to ignore it and slipped down again into my dreams…
The sunlight falling into my face, I turned to avoid those beams…

There was a knock again… This time, with more vigor and impatience…
Agitated, I woke up from my coziness and headed for the door…
I was about to yell as I opened my creaking, noisy wooden entrance…
But my anger melted… empathy filled in, to see a little girl on the floor…

She looked up as I stood tall in front, with her big blue eyes.
I could see her inexplicable pain and unknown inevitable fear.
I picked her up onto my lap, and asked-“What is it my dear?”
She looked at me with an estranged silence… knew not why she’s here.

I tried to pacify her, to let her feel at home and not scared…
“Don’t worry kid!” – I said. “Everything will be alright my dear”
She still had a skeptic look, she still seemed unresolved…
I held her hand and gave her a chocolate, wiped her sole tear.

“Are you lost my little one?” – I asked caressing her head…
She nodded gently and her tears slowly reappeared…
“Worry not!” – I whispered. “I’ll take you back to your home”
She stepped back and folded her hands… “No, not back there!”

I asked her patting her cheek: “Why… Are you angry with your dad?”
She advertently nodded and said: “He beat mom… He’ll kill me!”
“Why would he kill you?” – I asked. “You are such a sweet kid!”
“He will kill me and mom… Because, I am a girl… That is my felony…”

Here she was, a beautiful little angel… out in this world of prejudice…
She was a young refugee… an escapee from the societal penitentiary…
Running away from this male-dominated misogynist savage world…
She was scared but had the will to survive- She was a sweet little fugitive.

© Manish Ranjan, 2015

Wings of Liberty


One fine morning, I woke up to the song of a beautiful blue bird
Sitting on my window, proclaiming sunrise… embracing the new day…
Looking around, waking the mortals nearby… with its soothing melodies…
As the sunlight peeked into my room with a pleasant morning breeze…

I envy that bird… because it had wings and a sweet voice that sings…
I wished that morning… I wished I had its wings… so beautiful and so strong…
I would have flown away from this cage of obligation and responsibility…
Away to the farthest of lands… I had seen in my dreams and reverie…

I would have traveled to the distant islands… lunged into unknown lakes…
No boundaries would have stopped me… no guilt would’ve chained me…
I would have savored on every fruit unknown… endless feasts…
And would’ve relished the exotic and survived the wild and its beasts…

I would have darted up so high… soaring in the sky like a rocket…
That I could touch the clouds… and see the world above ‘em…
Or would have made a couch on them… and spent a dreamy eve…
I would have danced in the first rains… a childhood I’ve wished to relive…

I would have winged atop the mountains… and sung a song of victory…
I would have sipped water from the lonely lakes of the barren aridity…
I wouldn’t ‘ve dreaded the darkest caves… and challenged the most difficile things…
I would’ve conquered the vastness of oceans… and withstood the stormy winds…

I would have fleeted to the faraway countries… witnessed the diversities…
I would have seen humans battle… over religion, race, needs and creeds…
Watched ‘em with eyes full of pity… and prayed for love, peace and sanity…
If only I had those wings – Those strong, beautiful, blue Wings of Liberty.

© Manish Ranjan, 2020