Wrote this long ago in wake of another assault on a young girl in India. Who would she trust now? Filled with sadness and anger, I wrote this to ask "Who are these men?" who commit such acts of violence against another human being.
Who are these men?
Do You know them?
Do I know them? No I don’t.
Then, Who are these men?
The ones you know are fine,
They win all the time.
They never commit a crime.
But then who stole my shine.
Who are these men?
Who stops my way.
be it night or the day.
When I cry, who claps away.
Do you know them?
Do I know them? No Way!
Then, who are these men?
My father dotes me,
bought me the dress.
My brother irritates me,
loves me nonetheless.
Are these men not related to any?
Who are these men?
Please tell me and find me them
So I could ask a Why
Who taught you this playfulness?
And why not to just ‘Die’.
Who told you to hurt me
And smirk when I scream
Was that some written sonnet
Or was it a long lived dream.
Who are these men
Who teach you well and never to be ashamed
Who are these men who show ‘Love’ to me, but are never to be named.
Who are these men?
Do you know them?
Do I know them?
Do I?
I do.
