Someone is saying no
Behind that seat
Isn’t it audible
But it is clear and loud
In dark, all alone
Striding some steps
towards the black seat
Torn pieces of self-respect
Were crushed under feet
That no, became loud
Once, twice and thrice
Hundreds of honks
Too much of mourns
Free roamers around
Satirical situations
She is Devi but no proud
Fingers crossed
Nails tasting blood
Then No, became cry
Dead beasts tortured her
She choked and tried to fight
But lost her self-respect
And silent powerful breath…
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