PURPLE

On her father's shoulder, safely perched;

oblivious to the dangers that lurked,

she sat contentedly with a smile,

the darling of her mother's eyes.

Prancing around the house like a lively fawn;

wins every dare set for her, as her parents look on.

She is the sunlight, that lights up the world,

also the firelight that warms the hearth.

The nurturer of life and hope is she;

looked upon as the embodiment of nobility.
Every battle she wins with elan;

but looses the one, that cruel and mindless men inflict upon.

The pride of her father, the delight of her mother;

is reduced to a rag doll, abused and tortured.

Tearing apart her body and soul into smithereens;

the perpetrators escape unchecked, by wicked means.

Aruna, Nirbhaya, Asifa, and the girl from Unnao;

Have exposed, the brutality of the beasts.

Be it adulthood, youth or infancy, 

she lives forever, a victim of depravity.

Beware the World! with every spirit we break, 

into a void of ignominy, we thrust ourselves.

A shame which neither power nor wealth can wipe, 

but will taint history with Purple bright.

Unless the protection of women, will of concern be;

hurtle back thousands of years into evolution, will we.

To live a life, on all fours, we would condemned be;

Accursed by beastly reality.