With twinkling stars bright in my eyes,
A million songs my heart could sing
My dreams were like the open skies,
And I could conquer everything
Just like a bird with spirit free,
On wings of promises ahead
Each day was like a melody,
So many things, were still unsaid
Then came a dark and moonless night,
Risen from the ashes of sin
It seemed all would be lost tonight,
Monsters they were, I could not win
Desolate, deserted cries of pain,
The night it seemed was weeping too
And evil strikes, yes once again!
Before this fateful night is through
I could not even weep no more!
The anguish seemed too much to bear
My soul was dead much long before,
My life then gave way to despair
Oh, Mother dear, please let me go,
I cannot bear this agony!
Dear Father, why is your head bowed low?
I know you did your best for me
Oh, ask me how it feels to die,
So cruelly crushed beneath their feet!
My broken wings, I cannot fly!
And now my will, succumbs to defeat!
Tomorrow I will not see the day,
My tunes will die, my dreams will break
The winds have blown me far away,
And never again will I awake
I take with me my broken wings,
But leave behind a wailing heart
The songs that I will never sing,
So mercilessly torn apart!
Is this the end of hope for me?
Is it the end I ask of you?
The light of faith, will I not see?
Forever, as I bid adieu
Rrashima Swaarup Verma is a Senior Director – Business Development with Strategic Analysis which is a leading business research and strategic consulting group headquartered out of the United States. Rrashima is also a fiction writer and poet and several of my compositions have been published in leading newspapers, magazines and literary journals.
Broken Wings (A Tribute to Nirbhaya) | Rrashima Swaarup Verma | This poem is a tribute to Nirbhaya, the brave young girl who lost her life in the brutal attack of December 16th, 2012 as well as all the other women who are victims of crime and abuse in our country.