The Silent Scream

By Vasudha Tripathi

A tear did shed

From the pain to bear

My soul did cry 

But none could hear

A shriek of peril

In the flame of fire

None could stop 

My screeches grew higher

In that hour 

I screamed and struggled

But the evil’s villainy 

In death’s embrace, I snuggled

A shriek that could awake 

Shock and despair 

My heart did break but

None could repair

The flowing wind 

cold with threat 

caressed my corpse

in blood and sweat

My body was found 

Still and dead 

Beseeching justice 

Allegations, it dread

“What she wore ?”

The question arises

“Her clothes provoked him” 

The criminal disguises

The victim now,

A guilty accused

The testimony of my crime

The clothes I used...

The conclusion arrived,

The incident forgotten 

The felony thrived,

My body’s rotten 

My sobs held 

no longer true 

The wound beneath justice 

vastly grew 

My pyre beheld

Trauma and shiver 

While the orange burned

my wronged cover

The sun shone

unwilling to bear 

the atrocities on the body 

of a soul so dear

When forced to shine

He hid in shame

Compared to human wildness

Bears appear tame

I left the world 

The devils happily dwell

What I worshipped as my home, 

Turned out to be a camouflaged hell!

My soul would walk

Sobbing and cold

my desires burn’t

No hope to hold

Soon another soul leaves the graveyard of justice and respect

The loop of false blaming in action 

the sinner’s misdeed to neglect.

This time ,He was the one

She loved

An unforeseen gift

From her beloved

The black of this demon

Polished in white

Buries his sins 

Depicting a man upright

His fake demeanour had once,

Brought rain to the drought of her heart

And now that rain floods

Ripping her soul apart

She would ask herself 

“What was my fault ?”

For the kindness offered 

Her reward assault ?

In Dvapara yug,once a saree undraped, 

Those people received nothing but death ahead.

But now, when the torture pierces her heart and dress, 

Humanity blames her and ignores the blood that shed.

The heaven also cried 

On humanity’s deed

The teachings of Geeta,Bible,Quran

Failed indeed

An angel lost 

In the ocean of pain

The monster walked

In the melody of rain

“Sadly, I was born a girl

thus,It was my fate 

To attract the devils

I am their bait”

“Why?” she asks

“Why?” she complains

Why was I born a girl?

To suffer the restrictions, assaults

and monthly pains.

A fear that arises 

In every woman’s heart 

“Will I be the next ?”

For my dreams to depart?

We call it “Mother” India,

We call it “Mother” Earth,

Yet we failed to save the gender

The one that gave us birth.

By Vasudha Tripathi