On this International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women, this heart-rending poem encapsulates the horror of violence & assault!



She was left there like a thing
Feeling dirty, unworthy
Like leftover food for scavenging
Bleeding and aching
Numb now by the overhauling pain

She was left there carelessly
Like it didn’t matter if she died
Like it didn’t matter if she was alive
Her breath the only proof of her survival
Did she actually make it alive?

It was red underneath
The sheets smeared now with
What she bled
It was all unsaid
And it remained unsaid

Image source: Still from Mom


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Hitakanshi Ghoshal

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