My Name Is Nirbhaya

My Name Is Nirbhaya

I do not step out after 7 PM

I do not wear the clothes I wish to wear

I do not wander on the roads of my own country alone

I bow my head in silence when I am hit by comments

My Name Is Nirbhaya,

And this is how I am born to live in India.

However, I feel jealous when I see an extra candy in my brother’s hand

I feel terrible when I am betrayed by my boy friend

I feel a puppet when I am displayed to the strangers from the matrimony

I felt the anger within me when they were brutally beating up my friend in the bus

I felt strong to fight back in the ICU when I saw hopelessness in the eyes of that doctor and when they were stitching my wounds all torn by the savages

Instead, I could have felt pride being the support to my same brother after my studies

I could have felt contented buying a new car for my father

I could have felt so lucky to make my friends meet my soul mate

I could have felt the warm hug by my cute little son

Alas, My Name Is Nirbhaya

And I lived to die for the sons of India.