The Hands

Jolts awake,

The bus,

His hands,

It happens all over again.

Every night it haunts you,

The Mumbai rape that will never leave your mind.

You are the one in five,

Though you wonder if this number may be higher here.

Such a huge issue,

Yet no one cares.

The government laughs,

Friends scoff,

And family silences you.

“It is not acceptable” they say,

To share your story publicly,

But if you don’t who will?

The answer is no one.

No one will speak out,

No one will get help,

No one will fix this crisis.

It will remain an untouchable issue,

As the government puts the bandaid on a deep wound.

Never will you get justice,

Never will you get help,

Never will those hands leave your body.

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