Reduced

A poem about India

Reduced is the life of the daughter who came to a father who raped her
This isn’t made up, it’s homely India.

Reduced is the life of a pregnant dog who was passing by street mongers who raped her
This isn’t made up, it’s domestic India.

Reduced is the life of a victim who was jailed by the policeman who raped her
This isn’t made up, it’s judicial India.

Reduced is the life of the tinder date who crossed states for her date who raped her (with a couple of his friends)

This isn’t made up, it’s modern India.

Reduced is the life of a six year old who lay asleep when her uncle raped her
This isn’t made up, it’s innocent India.

Reduced is the life of a nine year old who was tied up in a temple when the priest raped her
This isn’t made up, it’s holy India.

Reduced is the land where the corrupt don’t ever get fucked.

Reduced is the country that smells like shit.

Reduced is the nation where the misogynist thrives.

What beauty do you see? You must be blind.

The sickening is what’s happening.

Still the rapist shall roam.

Still no punishment is told to the man who used castism as an excuse to violate women.

Nothing is done in this useless miserable state.

The men are utterly disgraceful and the women who support them the same.

This is the world we Indians know.

Mandalas and diyas and paisley designs are only to dim the light.

To make more of us blind.

The mother is dying.

We are just watching as her women dying.

I wish she would reduce them.

Every rapist brought to his death.

Reduced to ash, or made use of in testing labs.