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KAMATIPURA
Rancid smells, swarming flies, tiny rooms in crumbling buildings Little girls…grown women with empty eyes Stare unflinchingly at male passers-by Semi clad, gesticulating, beckoning, promising heaven in hell Nameless bodies used and reused, for pleasure, never knowing pleasure Minds numbed, eyes dry, no more tears No one cares, no one ever did…
There is only flesh wherever you look…no souls…no people Who are these women ? Why are they here? Where did they come from? Who brought them here? What do they feel as they are mauled by uncaring men? How many times a day are they ravished…over and over again? No one cares…no one ever did
Then there are scavengers …to chew on what’s left of the kill Pretending to care…pretending to want to make the world aware Articles , documentaries, movies that win awards…for “sensitivity” Read, watched and forgotten, by the world in a week Anyone sensitive enough to give one of these women his name? No one cares…no one ever did
So it goes on, the rape and plunder, the humiliation of womankind And if you listen very carefully at night, in Kamatipura You might hear a thousand souls screaming for help Turn a deaf ear if you like…. But beware…when you let your daughter out alone !!!! Because no one cares…no one ever did ~Swati Chandran~
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