Scream

Did you hear it?

The sound which just brushed your ears

Was it the rustle of some leaves

Or clapping of some clouds.

Or was it her scream?

Oh no please dont turn away now

A scream from her muffled mouth

Painted in agony, winged with hope, burnt by society..

You heard it.

I heard it..

Don't you turn away now

Look at me,

Listen to it..

The sheer edges in the sound, each writhing under your bloody ignorance...

You named it a "consequence"

Her scream..

Destined to get lost in the vicinity,

Your animated serenity

A prison for all such "consequences"

She screams again

But you ignore her

It is a fucking consequence, right?

You will march and mourn after the consequence is over

But for now

In the  indian society,

Every crime against a girl

Is a consequence of her being a girl..

She screamed again..

May be the last.