Rebirth of a Woman

Women protesting Delhi Gang-rape

You can smash her dreams,

Trample down her soul,

Or, tear apart, her inner core;

Demolish her grace, shatter her life,

And can even slay her mortal body.

You will still be unaware of that

Her words are still echoing in the air,

Her voice in the atmosphere;

Her memories shall never be faded,

Her fight will never be done.

You will find her in every single girl.

Her tears in every girl’s eyes,

Her screams will reciprocate,

Through millions of women,

Strangers, but still synchronized,

By a thread; called Humanity.

Their words will detonate,

Will make your heart shiver,

Their soft, limber hands,

Will throttle you, unexpectedly.

You will be punished, punished for sure,

By that woman, afflicted, tormented,

Distressed, disgraced;

And, show you all,

Rather than those tedious sighs,

Silent Rebirth of a Woman. 

This poem is a Loud Protest against the shameful Delhi Gang Rape happened a few days earlier. The victim has died yesterday. This is a tribute to her unfinished fight to live a healthy life. May her soul rest in peace.

This is shared with Theme Thursday, the prompt is Rebirth.
And, it's also linked to 3WW and the words for this week were Detonate, Limber & Tedious.