A December night

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When last pale yellow leaf of December fell
the winds cast a spell,
that blinded the capital city,
and an inception of a tragedy
was soon to blemish the city's history.

The empty and unarmed roads of Delhi
staged a recital by five unleashed-cannibals,
and a juvinile,
who tore open the flesh of a live human,
and lodged her like a ball from a cannon-
signing her body with an ink of brutality.

 Scandalised  and terrified,
She fought for her grace.
Nirbhaya - the girl without a name and a face,
brought the blinded city to the center stage
and taught the nation to fight fears-
be it a woman with daughters
or a daughter about to be a woman.

Everywhere there is a roar
Of many faceless Nirbhayas
Who fight with these animals in men
In every nook and cranny of our homeland

Nation is stripped from all corners
We are scared for our daughters
Nevertheless, we shall fight
We shall march towards a new foundation
To,
Heal the wounds 
Amend the wrong
Perfume the pungent
Flower the barren
See the unseen
Feel the unfelt
Stand up and bring a change
Transform tears into anger
Channel the anger
And begin from where she left.
Nirbhaya- the faceless
Is the face of a terrorising India
An India, you'd wish, you'd never seen
On that sad night of December sixteen...




Comments

  1. UnknownJanuary 23, 2013 at 1:21 PM

    gr8 work...
    wat abt conveying some of these lines thru muzik??

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  2. Ujala ChowdhryJanuary 23, 2013 at 2:01 PM

    thnq DP
    i would love to

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  3. sourabJanuary 23, 2013 at 8:04 PM

    comendable....

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  4. Ujala ChowdhryJanuary 24, 2013 at 1:21 AM

    Thnx sourab

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  5. muviebuffJanuary 27, 2013 at 7:41 AM

    well written ...... sums up many imp thots....keep up d gud work
    isha

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  6. Ranjit thakurApril 18, 2013 at 12:55 PM

    I am speechless ,,,,every line speaks it self,,,great work Ujala ,,keep it up

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  7. Ujala ChowdhryApril 30, 2013 at 2:13 PM

    Thnq ranjeet:-)

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  8. UnknownMay 28, 2015 at 10:06 AM

    This is timeless.....This haunts …..have performed a solo presentation of the act entitled … ‘Main Damini Bol Rahi Hun’ – Now coming up with a new concept --Damini-Draupadi in face-off over India transitioned in female perception over the ages….Help write a prologue on the theme ..wud love to carry as voice over before the presentation on June 21 at K L saigal, Jammu :)

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