How terrifying was it?
How much pain?
Did she scream?
Did no one hear?
Did no one come?
Till she was torn and raped
And left on the streets to die

Delhi Streets are filled these days with
Hope and despair
alternating
vacillating
Like a large pendulum
On a loud, grandfather clock
So loud
Drowning her screams
Looking for answers
Searching…..

She is constantly on my mind
She and her unfathomable pain

appearing, among the mundane,
muting, any great joy, in the New Year
weakening the strength of oblivion
exposing our fragility

hers, yours, mine……..

Sashikala Premawardhane

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