My mom held me in her shivering hands,
picked her gun and said “there is no one in this world who can kill my child”.
Everybody was afraid of her outrage
as for them it was goddess Durga protecting me from the wild.
Unaware of the fact that in a world of misogyny
there was nobody who accept a girl child.
Wrapped me in her saree believing that there exist good,
I wish I could convey I’ll be killed by the lover of my life.
19years and I can see her crying sitting beside my body,
assaulted and attacked, I know she is wishing I was dead when she wanted me to survive.