how can i not write a word
how can i not put it on record
what happened in the premises
of the college and hospital,
the now haunted R. G. Kar
my words, dumb on the page,
i feel numb with rage,
the doctor on duty
violated, brutally murdered
no hospitality, only hostility
delivered with numerous scars
in the monsters' seminar
room, her wounds went unheard
when she was struggling to live
succumbed to death, the soldier
doctor with dreams, the caregiver
had to leave
she longed to live, let others
live; had she been allowed
to breathe she'd have
cured many diseased,
could have solaced
the families of the deceased
she laid her life on a cloudy day
a thousand eyes rained
there wasn't any smell
of petrichor, the dastardly act put
the belittled calcuttans to shame
on their pride, their maligned
R. G. Kar
the question that chokes
us to death - where's the safety
for women, how could we have
faith on the system unable to protect,
how could we have confidence
on the likes of the principal kingpins
who rule, govern, yet who lied
to the bereaved family of their girl child
calcutta, the new and the old
the mourning men, women
in manifold enlightened the dark
streets of the city, claimed the night,
on the fourteenth of August
those who burst into tears, their eyes dry, hearts bold,
they need to be told, answered with clarity
as to why did she have to die
