The Nirbhaya Chronicles – December 20th, 2012


These sonnets (each with the same fixed rhyming scheme) cover:

what India (us and the political class) was doing

when Nirbhaya (who symbolized the apathy of politicos) was dying.

To her memory. And to our awakening.

Let us continue our fight for a 2nd azaadi with the same verve. 

( the links are clickable; so read about our representatives before 2014! )

Oh yes, the age of revolutionary change

Is right around the corner, my two-bit nose

Can smell. The gangrape, a subconscious estrange

Is but a symbol of the fire that’s let loose.

Even Hazare was a bit of that, though

More proximate to one issue at hand,

And Kejriwal was a little closer with his stand,

But actually I can see there is much more.

We need an excuse to gather; a reason to burn

Down to ashes, desecrated institutions, into an urn.

So at a moments notice, learning from ‘representatives’,

Choosing an emotive enough excuse to rally lesser natives,

Who swell to yank down the pillars of the parliament building,

Bringing its fanged denizens, down to a state of acquiescent

abiding.

 

 

Nirbhaya – as they’ve named our fighter –

The motivating force for crores of people,

Now has her supporters gherao Shinde, the blighter,

And besiege the Rs. 600 worth CM, despite her wheedle.

And then moving closer to the heart of the matter,

Thousands of students and citizens on their own accord,

Are moving like a swelling sea, north north north,

Till by the Central Secretariat like a gargantuan ratter,

Have put horror into the souls of their tormentors,

Who begin fearfully with waters canons as augmenters,

Of temporary safety from the open jaws of enraged masses,

Who are now about to pare open their bloated a_ses.

Starting as a simple protest at India Gate, now it’s in full swing;

Just then the words ‘Save me. . .I want to live’ by Nirbhaya begin

to ring.

 

 

Confusing the issue to be central to a rape,

Idiotically the powers that be, do the usual

Tokenism on the incident, that’s a chape

Of a scabbard that lurks, spoiling for a duel.

Then tokenism done, like good protocol,

They return to man their old shop of deceit.

Behind its weatherproof walls they miss the heat

Outside, now coming to a boil like singing creosol.

In the middle of all this, in Hyderabad a five year old,

Is kidnapped and raped; (the deterrent theory oversold?)

In Gujarat, a TV channel is advised against putting up a giant

screen,

For results, as it may get damaged, if BJP’s not favorably seen!

And then news that SP plans to ‘use’ (to protest quota bill) Dalits.

A purchased protest by imposed leaders (unlike Nirbhaya’s), by

dimwits.

Three sonnets covering each day of the Nirbhaya period will be posted everyday. Follow them here on ‘WordPress’ on http://www.nirbhayasindia.com or through my twitter account: @nirbhayasindia 

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