The crude flesh from a womb
Grows into a beauty,
The beauty expands its realm
Of innocence and purity,
Vulturous eyes stoop
To the nascent or tender life
For feeding on the helpless body
Of humanity and compassion
The blood-bath on the mother earth
Leaves only stigma and blots
On our conscientiousness
Never to be wiped off
From the humane faces
The inhumane hands remain stained
Till the hands are chopped off
To teach the nefarious, perverted minds
A severe lesson lifelong.
Nirbhayas, Nancies and Asifas
Must be murdered
As a punishment to be born
A mere helpless girl?
Unprotected, all unsecured
In their own volatile turf
Be it home, society, state or country
Until their society gives birth
To good and righteous people.
The time is ripe to impart ethics--
The dose of spirituality is a must
As it is sure to cure
Their perverted minds,
Crude urges surging in hatred,
And all social and mental ailments.
To parry recurrent sexual assaults
On the fairer sex of the country
Why not moralize an immoral society?