She was out alone at night
Her crop top was shining bright
Her jeans were very tight
Her facial expressions were not right
She is to be blamed
She needs to be tamed
She should be ashamed
Whatever happens
She always gets framed
A mother, a sister, a daughter
Don’t they have any such relations?
An engineer, an officer, a doctor
No respect for any of the professions?
For a human with breasts
This world is full of beasts
And amendments in the laws
Can’t change the flaws
“We want justice”
On the Earth
The mass rally say
Up above the clouds
The souls are waiting
For the doomsday
That won’t be any pandemic,
Cyclone or flood
That will be a great destruction
Mass full of blood
There will be no court,
No trial, not a single word
There will only be Mahakali
With her bowl and sword.
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