Tag: Rape


  When children cry I cry.   When a girl is raped I laugh as a madman ,   when a clash is fought among  imagined enemies I howl in pain.   When a house is torched, I become its ashes.   When a child cries At dead of night , I shudder.   When I see the beggars Lay coiled with dogs I count my days.   When I see enlightened souls Bargaining hard at potato shops And smartly use cards to pay exact And earn reward points more I praise the market.   When I see the elders


  1 Bilkis! you are not  Lucrece you have no lily hand or rosy cheek and your eyes are not marigolds, hair not golden threads either or skin snow white. 2 and why not? you are harmless you are a pure woman. and you are marauded not in feather-bed but on a fleeing highway truck, not by king Tarquin but by a gang of lecherous, leprous poltroons and the site of sacrilege is not Ardea it is Dahod. 3 truck seized and gale of carnage begins. men murdered and children smashed to death. blood spilled over your frightened face, You


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