Let us Build a Samadhi, Donate Some Kindness
Fund for a funeral—
to cloak her shattered body,
Contribute for a grave,
To bury her helpless wails.
Donate some kindness,
to veil her ravaged body—
Let us drape her untimely death
with the dignity life never granted.
Let’s build a samadhi,
as a monument to our apathy.
Confer a tear
to wash her torn flesh—
Yes, yes—we know, we know!
Everyone returns to dust one day.
But today, even the dust that clung to her body
erupted like fire, molten with pain.
And with it—our conscience, our courage, our voice—
All fossilised, standing tall like a rusted pillar!
As a monument to our indifference!
So what now?
Justice? Protest? Demand for change?
Outraged, heartbroken,
the confused commoner wails:
Let’s build a samadhi,
Decorate it with flowers,
Pretend we’ve done enough—
So cruelty remains unchallenged,
and our silence feels holy.
(I dedicate this piece to the memory and dignity of all rape victims—known and unknown—whose voices were silenced by cruelty
. Among them, the Dharmasthala victims, whose suffering must not be forgotten. May this serve as both a tearful tribute to their untimely death and a reminder of our collective responsibility to seek justice.)
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