A Call By Nirbhaya – My Death Deserves A Meaning

Posted: January 26, 2016

The Nirbhaya incident has moved so many of us, in various ways. Here, the poet gives words to the stifling she feels as a women in a society that acts as the moral police all the time.

16th December.

3 years ago, this day changed the course of my life. So unfortunate that it was a horrific incident that had to bring about the change in me, but the anger has still not died. I had sleepless nights most of January and Feb 2013 because of this. A fellow sister, judged, raped by alcoholics and thrown on the streets, left to die.

What kind of a world are we living in? Why do we judge so much? Who are we to moral police anyone? Why is there a dearth of empathy when it costs nothing to show compassion to a fellow human?

I have to vent my anger. In a positive way. Hence this poem. This applies only to those regressive men and women who moral police and I am not trying to box everyone in that mould. I have come across some amazing men in my life and my life wouldn’t be complete without them. I am trying to be a humanist here. So I request you to read this, with empathy.

Her death should have a meaning. It should signal some change in the positive direction.