And they died burning, ironically their job was to make others feel happy by providing them crackers.
And she was raped, she was 12 year old, she was mutilated, how her soul would have felt leaving her body.
And they went to work on a rainy day to earn their daily wage , some dreams got buried where trains will run in the future.
And they roam with education in mind, hunger in belly, darkness in thoughts.
This is a side of my country, my place. a side of me let' just say. cause it used to happen 22 years back, and it keeps happening , it has not stopped.
Why have i not been able to stop it?
Why am i not strong enough?
they say individual makes himself strong, then his family, then his social circle, then his nation. Some part of mMy nation is crippled right now.
I am a part of that paralysed limb.
Enervate me. Being in a state of shock is not helping. This can't keep going on.