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She died this morning,
her body losing its final battle.

She may have died a long time ago,

and as a man, I can say she died long back.

She died,

a little,
through every humiliation that was ever meted out to her,

from the clutches of hegemonic patriarchy,

camouflaged as culture.

From the snide comments,
about her dressing,

she died this morning,
and yet I hear not a soul confessing.

She’s Dead. Raped. Murdered.

And we the people pass the buck.

To those in power.

To the cops and the politicians and the bureaucrats and the lawmakers.

But we the people,
have sat silently,

for too long.

We the people,
have fostered gender discrimination,

in our homes,
our schools,
our places of worship.

We the people,
are culpable.

We the people are guilty,
of never looking inside,

to face the beast that within us men does so often lurk and hide.

She’s Dead. Raped. Murdered.

By those thuggish savages, yes,

but by our collective inaction,
over the centuries,

as we stood idly by,

and reaped the benefits,
of women, mothers, sisters, daughters, nieces,

being shoved down in religion’s name,
in the name of caste,
of culture,
of tradition.

She’s Dead. Raped. Murdered.

And we cannot avert our shameful eyes.

We are all culpable.

You may disagree but I’ll say it again and again and again.

And again.

I am culpable.

That is true.

We are culpable,

As are those thuggish savages,

those smiling businessman who buy flesh,

those gentle fathers who slip into their daughters beds at night,

those sickening uncles and cousins who molest 5 year olds, and 15 year olds.

Yes,
we are all culpable,

and we must feel shame.

Yes,
we are all culpable,

and we must,

we must all,

take the blame

The Art of Word-Jacking

‘Freedom’.
‘Justice’.
‘Democracy’.

Three words,
lost to us.

Plundered by the few,
stripped naked and ravaged,
pummeled into submission.

Three words,
taken from us.

Usurped so casually,
stolen and cleaved,
left meaningless.

Three words,
strangled and violated.

No more.

Not today.

Today, we reclaim the ideals,
the billion voices,
all straining to be heard.

Today, we take back our truth,
our collective aspiration,
still yearning for the harvest.

Today, we sing the hymns of freedom,
as we gather at the gates of justice,
while mourning the paralysis of democracy.

‘Freedom’.
‘Justice’.
‘Democracy’.

Three words,
that we shall wrest back.

Three words,
that have nurtured our dreams.

‘Freedom’.
‘Justice’.
‘Democracy’.

Three words,
for which we all have bled.

Three words,
word-jacked and abused,
that are ours once more.

‘Freedom’.
‘Justice’.
‘Democracy’.

Three words,
that shall remain tightly wrapped,
around our collective core

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