The Blood Tears
A daughter to a father, A sister to a brother, Wearing white uniform, She saved the lives.
From seeing the smiling face To the glasses in eyes, She had seen the world wild.
From curing the injured, To the wounds of her injuries, She was raped, Like a fruit ripe.
It was a dreadful night With the screaming shouts! One or many on her all And still no one around the seminar hall.
How can the screams be couldn’t heard The human ears being dumb & deaf. The burning candles with the anger in voice And still the law to be devoice !!
Where the criminals would have been killed with sword.
We still wait for JUSTICE to be announced !!!
RITIKA PURI
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