Mar ja Sali

A Poem by Sunil Sharma

Commodification; indignation; rogues Vs. shocked nation; death unwanted; tragic waste of young female life

Mar ja Sali

Die,

You scum,

Screamed the

Crazed juvenile,

Eyes glazed,

Face contorted,

While ramming a rod into her

Fragile young

Limp body of the

Student,

Brutalizing her further,

While in extreme pain,

The woman writhed

And flailed,

In that ill-fated

Moving Delhi bus;

He pulled it out

Along with her intestines,

And she bled;

Her body violated by the

Monsters masquerading

As civilized young men,

The juvenile was plain wild,

Treating her worst than

The Gestapo or Star Chamber police;

She was now reduced to

A mere living corpse,

Of no use to anybody;

And therefore,

Did have no right to live,

In a society that finds

Women lusty objects

To be possessed and then shed

And shredded like stained paper;

And they, the heartless rapists,

Satiated and burping after

Their raw cannibalism

Of eating their live female feast;

They

Wanted to kill the human evidence,

But could not complete that

Diabolic plan

And left her then

Along with her male companion

To die on a Delhi road;

Because they knew

The apathy of the public

And the police will do the rest;

And eventually,

Despite a nation re-awakened,

It finally did,

Because the death of a common

Woman

Disenfranchised

Matters not,

In power-driven Delhi.

(Note: Inspired by the recent media accounts of rape-victim’s mother. Mar ja Sali is loosely rendered in the first two lines, reflecting the mindset of a commodified culture to female body, worth and life.)

© 2013 Sunil Sharma

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O'Drama

Raw, is the word to describe this poem. Raw, in the sense that it's kinda like 'in your face', making the reader go through the ill fated event once again.. Title of the poem is very apt, the very thought that criminals were probably thinking. A crude, rustic, raw poem about a barbaric incident. Good work.