Elegy on the death of the Delhi gang-raped girl

An elegy on the death of the Delhi gang-rape girl

We are the ones who first ploughed the earth when Modise (God) made it, ran an old Setsusma poem. We were the ones who made the food, we are the ones who look after the men when they are little boys, when they are young men and when they are old and about to die, we are always there. But we are just women and nobody sees us. (quote from The No. 1 Ladies detective by Alexander M. Smith). And the same men assault us and humiliate us to the point of death. And this is what happened to the Delhi gang-raped girl. What a shame! And the agony of the parents could be lamented thus:

For them no more her smiles will give joy
No jokes for the brothers during dinner
No more her room will be filled with students
Who will mourn the loss of their teacher
For her the end came as gruesome torture
Making all her aspirations disappear in future

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About cvsubramaniam

Former Director, Department of Electronics & Informatiin Technology, Government of India.. Authored Book on Human Resource Management. Published 80 plus articles on HR, Management, S&T, general topics.
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