My voice is only a silent scream

Until there’s another Nirbhaya

Or Asifa begging for justice on the streets.

My life is instantly in threat

As the clock strikes eight,

And the sun begins to set.

Every corner I turn to,

Every street I walk,

I wait for the demon to pounce

On the bare thread freedom, I got.

My opinion is not what matters

But it’s the length of my skirt that really defines

My answer.

Little black dress,

Suit- salwar,

Or be it a burqa.

But hey, of course it was her fault.

By:

Pankhuri Pankaj