Baba Black sheep!

                                               

Baba Black sheep have you any wool?

No girl! No girl, for I am a wolf.

I am not blindfolded, and I am not  a fool,

Baba Black sheep you are not a wolf!

Oh, girl! Oh, girl! If I am not a wolf,

Let's go into the den and let me give you wool!

Baba black sheep you are copious and warm,

Oh! Baba Black sheep, I love your charm.

Oh, girl! Oh, girl! Are you captivated by my charm?

Shoo away now, or you will crumble down.

Yeah, I am blindfolded, and I am a fool.

 You are not a Black sheep, but you are a wolf!

  Oh, girl! Oh, girl! Yeah, I am a wolf :)

 - Amita Thakur Dogra

NIRABHAYA

                 

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.'