Rebirth

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SK

( In memory of the girl who was raped and murdered in Delhi)

Trials over,

They threw away

The cast iron rod

It made a musical note,

As it hit the pavement
To call the scavenger’s attention

They still remembered

The girl in pigtails

Rust and dust

And blood blackened

With time,
Tears, dried into
A salty whiteness,

Bundled with other scraps
Like a judge’s useless gavel,
An old bus seat,

And a deaf stethoscope;
It left the sinful city

Months later,
Being smelt in a furnace,

It heaved a sigh

Like a girl’s last breath,

Seeking redemption,
To be recast as
A true knight’s sword!