The Tears of Manipur: Silent Suffering
In the valleys of Manipur, anguish untold,
Two women’s spirits, violently controlled.
Stripped and abused, a haunting scene,
Gang-raped, shattered souls, we keenly glean.
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Yet, amidst these trials, a bitter tale,
The Prime Minister’s voice, a hollow veil,
In foreign lands, he claims his worth,
While deaf to pleas, he stays unearth.
Through tearful eyes, the stories pour,
Of women strong, yet hearts so sore,
Their voices rise, in silent plea,
For justice sought, so desperately.
Beneath the moon, their cries resound,
In haunting echoes, all around,
Each night a terror they endure,
Their spirits crushed, their dreams obscure.
The open fields, once pure and green,
Now witness horrors, unforeseen,
The trust they had, now torn apart,
By cruelty’s hand, a wounded heart.
In shadows cast by fear and dread,
The weight of sorrow, like a thread,
Binds them tight, they can’t break free,
In depths of darkness, can’t they see?
Yet still, the silence roars aloud,
A leader’s voice, a shroud-like shroud,
Inaction’s thorns, they pierce and bleed,
While the hearts of victims, slowly bleed.
With every passing day, it seems,
Their cries dissolve into mere dreams,
Forgotten souls, left to decay,
Injustice blooms, where hope should sway.
Oh, dear readers, let us not forget,
The pain and anguish that beset,
These women brave, in Manipur’s plight,
Let empathy guide us through the night.
May our hearts be moved to take a stand,
To lend our voices, hand in hand,
For in our unity, we’ll find,
The strength to heal and hearts unbind
With voices strong, let’s break the chain,
Demanding justice, not in vain,
Till empathy flows from those on high,
And darkness fades, as truth draws nigh.
For Manipur’s daughters, brave and true,
Our love, our empathy, we renew,
In hope that one day, peace will soar,
And pain shall haunt your nights no more.
