Winds were brazen; clouds were dark.
The crisp wintry night that was!
But my spirit was sprightly, buoyant and czar.
My bosom friend's warm embrace was ajar.
We joyously hopped onto a bus.
We sizzled and giggled, losing ourselves in each other's warmth.
We cared a little who was in and around.
But we realised very soon,
hawks and vultures; beasts and goons were floating around.
My bosom friend tried to shoo them away,
Instead, he fell prey to their hawkish eyes.
Vultures ripped my body; beasts gashed my soul apart.
Goons hurled us out of the bus; naked, bruised and agape.
We cried we bled, almost till our last breaths.
After five years of the barbaric and devilish act,
I heard they are going to be hanged to death.
One vulture, one hawk; one beast and a goon,
will go away from this earth very soon.
What about the looming hawkish spirits?
Can you hang and bury them forever?
Till then I am not - 'Nirbhaya.'
