Numb I am; nay, since August 9, 2024, have remained numb,
So overwhelmed that it takes a literal struggle to swallow even a piece of crumb.
Lost even my rational voice on how to express my anguish,
As the raw feeling razing too out of control that nothing could extinguish.
R.G. Kar brutality hits the Bengali diaspora and beyond so badly,
No words I could muster even to condemn, to say the least and sadly.
The cry of justice reverberates from the Hill to the Bay,
Instead hearing out that cry, the authorities pretend to look the other way.
My conscience cries out in inescapable and incessant pain
When I think how my doctor sister had her last scream in vain.
So shamed, distraught and traumatized by this heinous crime
That my spirit needs healing from the mass protest to sublime.
Our pain swells with the justice for R.G. Kar delayed everyday,
We, the people, resolve to stay focused and refuse to go astray.
No government intimidation can force people to genuflect,
With massive protests symbolizing uplifting spirit and sheen to reflect.
At every turn of the moment, we feel snubbed and let down
With the putrid air bellowing out of the ruler's frown;
And they behave like they are above law,
Poke in the gaping wound of the society that remains so raw!
Our sorrow, our pain fester with time,
Calling out for help that some positive intervention will chime.
As we wander in darkness where to find justice that all can trust,
Hope to get a closure soon that's fair, balanced and just.
We are, by hindrances and hurdles, annoyed and aghast,
Feeling like we are on a rudderless boat with broken mast.
Nonetheless we remain optimistic with the people's power
That will eventually bring victory and perpetrators will cower.
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