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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

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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