Golden bangles clinked
On the road snowbound.
Her love newfound.
Drowning corners with its overpowering hue
With a smile so bright
The skies wept tears, a long overdue.
But then there was so sharp a cry
That pierced through the December sky.
The incessant rains nearly halted
As his devouring eyes and lips exalted.
Her scream sliced through the winter frost
But in moments, the last of it was lost
As a thousand thoughts in her mind were crossed
And her cotton sari held her mouth exhaust.
She pushed at him
With the ferocity of a seedling
Slicing open its ground.
For her untiring spring was
Nowhere to be found.
His salacious eyes crawled relentlessly
Ignoring, unfeeling, many a silent plea.
And as the striking crowbar began to recur
Silent tears wiped her undying valour
Leaving her thoughts, a mere blur.
Foisting himself onto her
He expended her to the brim
His vehement body exploring hers
In the blue lights of the alley dim.
And once her innocence had been peeled apart
Down by the floor lay twenty-four golden bangles
Glimmering like glitter, on the newly-wed’s mangles
Broken and strewn like her golden heart.
For now she knew
It was a sin to be a woman in this country
In this country where man is society.
For the world today, is a host of filth
And each of us must live with this guilt.