Injustice: A Poem

Late nights I hear my mother screaming at the lawyers,

The same money-making complacent men

who deny to fight a case of right and wrong

Do we want to live in a world where the mere lawyers who are supposed to defend the right

are themselves wrong?

Tension and worries flood the house,

Numbing and expunging the existence of happiness.

It’s almost as if a black hole for memories exists:

sucking all the good ones away

And reviving the worst…

In the 21st Century, it’s an understatement to say women are independent.

They are more than that,

They are goddesses with power, belief and perspectives.

Alas, the sight of my mum kissing me subtly on my forehead,

And heading out into the world full of terrifying sights

To fight her case singlehandedly…

If any of you gasp at the above statement and the ‘singlehandedly’

Remember a sea of life is laughing at you

Can a woman not do a man’s job?

Can a woman not do something without a man’s backbone wavering around her?

Men have been great and have been recognized.

What about the rest of the longing women who haven’t been?

What about their dreams, hopes and aspirations?

Are we going to throw it in the trash or fuel them up with confidence?

Ladies and gentlemen, is this what we wanted for Bhaarat? Our Bhaarat?

Is this the sort of Law system Bhaarat runs?

Is the legacy that lawyers will leave us on?

Will they not fight a case for a woman who has been through domestic violence and rather sit back and relax as long as money is pouring into their bank accounts?

Will women ever get justice?

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Written by Manmohini M. Tiwari

Edited by Nandini Nalam