Say you see regained hope in them.
Watch my dreams,
Say they are alive and insane.
Touch my hands,
Say you feel the warmth in seams.
Listen to my heart,
Say it is still there beating.
Kiss my lips,
Say they are they tender and moving.
Embrace me into you,
And say I’m the survivor and victim,
A dreg of unwavering hope and life,
A survivor of all the inflict.
P.S : I know it's not perfectly rhyming or falling into perfect place but what I want to convey is not also perfect. Not the heinous acts nor cruel punishment what scares me is rather the fact that the one has to live in this society where she is treated with unwanted empathy and unavoidable grudge making her a fuming news on air. In the tussle of good and evil, justice and injustice, modernity and prejudice, within the thousand roaring voice and her own screaming wean cry, where is her place. Now this is what shudders me to core.
P.S.S: Well! I'm not feminist. But accepting the real scenario makes me feminist, then I happily embrace the appellation.