I can't stop thinking about the delhi girl
I am not a person who gets too engrossed and serious.
But I cant stop thinking about the delhi girl.
I am neither her relative.
Nor her state.
But I can't stop thinking about the delhi girl.
I know she is now bleeding.
I know we failed in upkeeping her dignity, her birthright.
I can't stop thinking about the delhi girl.
Who were these many men.
Who travelled with her in the bus.
They raped her innocence and left her stark naked.
I can't stop thinking about the delhi girl.
Would she be crying now.
Would she be brave.
Would she be waiting impatiently
To reach her grave.
Would we allow her a decent life.
Would we not kill her again after being killed once.
O! I can't stop thinking about the delhi girl.
Would she be hungry.
Would her pain be less.
Would her parents be beside her.
Or would she be kept isolated in a bed.
Would she be fighting for justice.
Would she be too scared.
Would she be cursing herself,
That ominous day , to venture out alone, she should have not dared,
Would she be hating her city,
Like the rest who are hating it for what it didn't do.
I can't stop thinking about the delhi girl.
