They were enjoying their evening..
So did she..
She dint know what she was going into..
So did we..
Something was lying ahead...
No one knew her before..
And she dint know them..
They were many..
She was not alone either.
But.. It was a game of power..
Some of them were majors
And some were minors, they say.
But the minors too had to prove their masculinity
How does it matter..
She lost the game.. anyway.. the game of power..
What if all of them were minors?
What would have changed for her..?
What is right and what is wrong..?
Who deserves another chance..?
Who would answer...?
It was the game of power..
She fought against it then..
She will still fight..
The game of power continues..
So did she..
She dint know what she was going into..
So did we..
Something was lying ahead...
No one knew her before..
And she dint know them..
They were many..
She was not alone either.
But.. It was a game of power..
Some of them were majors
And some were minors, they say.
But the minors too had to prove their masculinity
How does it matter..
She lost the game.. anyway.. the game of power..
What if all of them were minors?
What would have changed for her..?
What is right and what is wrong..?
Who deserves another chance..?
Who would answer...?
It was the game of power..
She fought against it then..
She will still fight..
The game of power continues..
Is this written on nirbhaya`s case...if yes...i wud say..it touched....
ReplyDeleteFound u on qasba(ravish sir`s blog)
Thanks Abhishek.
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