Even with the change of the generation and the technology,some things doesnt seem to change.Maybe because they are so deep rooted in the society that it needs another son of #God or a form of God himself to come down to end such incidents from taking place.
I am talking now about an almost month long issue which seem to go nowhere,apart from the processions and demonstartions.But who should really act on it?
Who are they? Brought dismay, Native locals, or anti-social? Have no souls to steal our girls, with guns they speak, show they’re weak
When the inner thought,
left to rot,
Dead you are,
and none on par,
in your burial bed,
out of victims dread,
with the evil shroud,
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Heres a round up of the entire issue :
P.S: Part of the poem was originally written for Damyanti’s uncharted worlds.