Like She Never Existed

                                                                GIRL                          

 She used to be young and beautiful as spring, rigid as stone and my favorite as winter. This girl of 20 had some plans for this whole world, but unfortunately, God didn't approve of her plans.

Trees and clouds, waters and mountains have been her favorite since childhood and at this very young age she became the leader of the  NGO called "SAVE TREES"...... In places where industrialization has taken over nature's beauty,

And So as we.  still, she with her group of 22 members campaigned in the streets of Delhi with slogans like "SAVE TREES SAVE LIFE"

Unfortunately, just like the trees her beauty was chopped down to pieces and raped till death.



Her goodness made her victim and her rigidity was crushed like a small can, she was shattered like broken pieces of glass, and torn up by parts but no one came to cover her up but, made her video to gain social media sympathy.





She stood against the cruel politicians and the whole judgmental society to save our heavenly beautiful earth. But,............

   

                                              

Her beauty became a sin to her,

society was  not the problem here, 

The problem was that she was  a girl, a girl with a beautiful heart, 

The problem was that she was surrounded by wolves, 

And she fed them with love. 





SHE might have saved the trees but we the trees didn't save her; investigation started and media came, but no one could save the life of the young girl. Who was to be blamed now the rapist son of a  millionaire or friends of his.  NO, it was the girl and her beautiful eyes that shined like a diamond, her bold attitude that was to be crushed or her tight sticky dress that seduced the innocent rapists. 



We the society: we decide, we make news we viral news and we chose to blame the girl because she didn't have a rich political background to stand with. It is a fact that we support the strong and blame the weak, and at last our favorite is candle march, the candles melt even faster and left behind is the pain of the family, memories of victims scars on her soul and her photo with a flower.



Forgive me if my tears roll down now cause what I'm gonna say now might freeze your heart.

"SHE HAD A HEART , TRANSPARENT LIKE A GLASS, AND DIFFICULT TO HANDLE.

SHE MIGHT OFTEN HURT SEVERELY, OR MIGHT GET BROKEN EASILY."

            HER HANDS WERE TIED TO THE ROPE AND SHE WAS GANG RAPED BY MONEY,POWER, AND POLITICS. AND THEN LEFT TIED IN ONE OF THE 'LUSTY SHINING, KILLER OUT HOUSE'. AND RAPED AGAIN THE SAME NIGHT BY SOCIETY MEDIA AND POLICE. She suffered the pain until her breaths were gone. She wanted to die but all she could do was scream and moan. 

                                                             

Broken into pieces, injured with wounds; asking for hands for her soul to lift; buried deep under the soil with all her dreams and with her flesh for bacteria to feed. And we all, ye we all killed her this perfectly like she never existed. 



                 She used to be young and beautiful as spring, rigid as stone and my favorite as winter.           

                                                         -ASHWINI.