Koi kissa kahani nahi kehna chahti,
Roohein roz bikti hain yahan,
Aur humne outraged ho kar khoob dekhein hain tamashe yun hi.
Mai khud bhi ek tamashbeen hi hun.
Har raat dinner par News channels par fikre kasti hun.
Outraged hoti hun media par, society par, religion par.
I get outraged on myself for I do nothing.
Nothing to stop cities becoming game scapes,
Where they hunt down dreams, and hopes,
Pick one after another to put a claim, no, no
Stick it at us, that they have won.
Wo jeet gaye hain ye batane mein ki,
Ek ladki ka jab rape hota hai, use maar diya jata hai,
To ek msg jata hai desh bhar ki un ladkiyon k naam,
Agli tum ho sakti ho. Kabhi bhi, Kahin bhi.
BUT; When daughters are raped, and they are killed,
The message is for the whole society.
WE HAVE FAILED.
OUR PSYCHE IS CORRUPT.
SOMETHING IS TERRIBLY WRONG WITH LAW AND ORDER.
WE NEED TO WAKE UP.
Kyonki kisi beti ka rape, uska murder.
Ye batane k liye nahi hona chahiye ki kaun taqatwar hai.
Who has the power to wield authority over the essence of
being alive?
Who is setting the rules of the game, and just like always…
Which religion is better than the other?
Aur kisi ma ko, baap ko, bhai ko ye nahi lagna chahiye ki…
Meru beti hui hai… Maar dun use nahi toh koi aur maar dega,
Maarne se pehle use nauch khayega,
Fir use sabke aage tamashe k liye chhod jayega…
Its high time we stop getting outraged
And start saying sorry.
I am sorry.
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