A black leather wraps her.
She huddles up in the shadow
shouting out her presence.
She is hidden.
They will not find her
untill she appears.
They will not perceive her
untill she breaks out.
She searches herself and found
courage and strength.
She collected them.
Collected every iota of them
And waited for the flee.
She hardened her body and soul
to cope up with the cold world.
The moon and stars are already out
to watch her debut.
Now it's the cocoon that she has to break
Her ugliness is gone.
Her fatness of youth is gone.
Her gluttony of the past life is gone
The blemish of her former life has metamorphosed
Now she is clean
a new being with a hardened skin
a new being with a hardened soul
is born.
Her fear is lying there
shattered as her cocoon
memories of that past will soon be cast off
Shouts erupt from below.
Bright beams to highlight her
She stands multicoloured
Beautiful
With translucent wings
that filter the light.
The winds dried her wings of all the past.
She flapped her wings absorbing the music in the wind.
To fly
To sail
To flutter and glide.
But.
She
F
E
L
L
in the twisty nets and wires laid by men
to trap her
ensnaring and scratching her hardened skin
Translucent wings of freedom torn in the brawl.
Now she can't walk nor crawl
nor fly high in the sky
She struggles and fights for freedom....
and perishes among the nets and wires
Thought she could fly
High in the sky
Fly past the past
But.
She perishes in the twisted net....
How many butterflies
yet to be perished
in the nets of men?
I wrote this poem in memory of the Delhi gang rape victim. I wouldn't get out of the depressing news even now......
