I am sharing a poem with you all. How I wish I knew the one who composed this as I would like to bow to him or her and kiss his or her hand for such a heart touching poem :
To My Unknown Daughter
She died yesterday in a land far away,
From the rapacious wolves: a fatally wounded prey.
Animals with no love, shame or pity,
Just claws of lust and fangs of fury.
She died yesterday in an antiseptic city.
Whilst our celebrities mouthed inanities.
They termed her a brave-heart, India’s daughter,
Knowing their own was safe, in a secured quarter.
She died yesterday and she died today.
She will die again tomorrow and every day.
Because that’s her fate and that’s our will.
Nothing ever changes here and nothing ever will.
So sleep my dear girl, sleep the sleep of the just.
Sleep in a place better than the one you were born in.
And while you are asleep, dream a better dream,
Than the one that was so brutally torn.