Sunday Poem By Pradeep Biswal

A Road to Hathras

It’s not a straight one
But a zigzag way
To reach there
No matter who you are
You may face hurdles
To have a glimpse
Of the village
Now turned famous
Thanks to the media
Gone crazy for a few days.
Reaching there
You may encounter
Hushed up silence
Frightened eyes
Plagued by insomnia
And apprehensions.
The hapless girl
Got gang raped
Crushed and maimed
By the beasts
Nobody came
To her rescue
The God in deep slumber
The rulers in defensive
Her cries and tears
Could move no one
She closed her eyes
In silent protest .
They placed her
On the funeral pyre
In dead of the night
No one could see
And as if nothing
Had happened.
Silence is so lethal
Tears are so toxic
The golden Lanka
Is a flicker away
A Sita is reborn
Just wait and see.