Rebirth
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!
