TRUTH BURIED
She had known the truth,
The unknown, to the ruth.
The underneath sins,
Performed beneath.
Not one or two,
Immersed till the root,
A chain of untold ,
the gang was caught.
She had warned,
In her part,
to reveal the black side.
Bold enough,daughty ‘to be bride’.
Just stepped in her thirtees,
To survive, she had the keys.
To be deaf and dumb to seen,
but she chose to be kneen.
Death over serene.
A day it had been,
when she lay ‘DEAD’.
Unclothed body, legs apart,
brutally smashed, her limbs in part.
Bleeding eyes, pricked in glass.
Broken spects beside the dress.
The soul on permanent rest.
Thousands of Moumita awaked,
Raised voice unafraid.
‘Justice ‘ the only demand.
Solace on their own land.
Indescribable cruelty, end of humanity.
A harsh end ,
The truth was bent.
To the powers of the powerful,
beginning of rescent to the deceitful.
‘New united era to demand justice,
In the indian history ‘
