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Watching Over, The Night


The flesh of the night hangs loose, stale,

Around the cryptic cities where I roam.

My skull, the tautness of my skin,

My bones, joints, the fatty cells

And flesh in between, the conduits of my blood

All dried, nibbled on, burnt away,

The pitch dark sky creeps, moonless,

Laughing with its vicious fangs.


Glowing was the night as we had soaked in

The sweetest breaths of her descent.

The night had shone in our bodies.

The two of us, young lovers, brimming with moonlight

In the city bus, gazing from the window

At the luscious asphalt sky.

We were returning home from a feast of a film

The flawless, vital light of the night wrapped us

Wandering, shadow-like.


Nearby somewhere, that night, black owls screeched

Serpents crawled over us, coiled around me in

Vehement strokes and shoving. The window

Of our moon-watching banged shut, inside the bolted bus

The smothering, the cussing, the shoving

Bathed me in blood. Far into the night,

The pallid moon crooned feverishly.

They kicked away my body, and

That of my bleeding lover boy.

Together, in the naked city streets

The pestilence of death hovered,

As we moaned—ragged, rickety, forlorn.


The nation adorned me with a name, ‘Nirbhaya’,

‘The Fearless’, a martyrdom I never really wanted.

I slowly died, my music died out in the hospital room.

The tongue of the moon licked away

The residues of my rotted flesh.

My blood crystalized. My parents kissed me between

The dead veins of my forehead, and burnt my body,

Or whatever remained in the name of it.


Stripped off the flesh, skin and bones,

My arid spirit roams, a nightmare

In the wavy, tangled wind.

Thump, thump, thump—my unseen footsteps

Crush the dark night’s crevices

I am loved much where I belong now,

Sheltered, in the dense canopy of the sky.

Deep inside, I bleed every night,

I wander, in the dark womb of the cities

In the dead of the night, I whisk and burn,

Speed across buses, autos flaring with huge flashlights

I know—somewhere inside every city’s dark trenches,

A woman is breaking into million shards.

My molten essence strolls and stomps,

Whispers my story in wrinkled corners,

Every woman’s living nightmare.

Footnotes:The poem originated from unfathomable pain, remembering the shameful ‘Nirbhaya’ incident of gang rape in New Delhi, India, in December 2012.


To Ravaged Nymphs

Today I am angry, writhing, moaning.
My lips are full of venom and pain,
My breasts are heaving, malignant
With the burden of human sins.

Let me not sleep in silken slumber
In the vain masculinity of your arms.
Let me not spread my legs and
Drift ashore in the ocean of your lust.

For once, today, let me break free
Of your smothering kisses,
Your broken sentences, 
your overused bed sheets.

In the humming silence enacted
In this room of practiced orgasms,
A shrill cry tries to distract me,
Calls me, breaks through the door.
A cry that pushes through my cervix,
A cry that burns within
This cherished cloak of femininity.

A cry that reminds me
Of the indomitable ulcer of RAPE.
Every minute, one out of three of us
In every corner of the world
Is crushed between your legs,
Your masculinity, a curse,
A puked reality in our lives.

For once, today, my love
Let me untouched,
Let me light the candles
For my sisters in pain!

Copyright: Lopa Banerjee
September 18, 2014

This poem is born out of sheer anger keeping in mind the recent news of the rape and molestation rampage plaguing the women in Kolkata and West Bengal. I dedicate it to all my sisters in India and also worldwide, to their bruises and tears, while knowing that this is the only form of protest that I can do now. The name of this short poem is inspired by a personal essay that I had written two years back, as an aftermath of the ‘Nirbhaya’ rape incident in New Delhi, India.

Daddy Said —

Daddy said
I was his little girl,
Daddy said
I was his pretty doll,
Daddy said
I was his precious pearl,
Daddy said
I would never fall…

Daddy said
He’d pat me to sleep,
Daddy said
He’d take me to the park,
Daddy said
He’d never make me weep,
Daddy said
He won’t leave me in dark…

Daddy said
I’d get a toy every day,
Daddy said
I was as sweet as honey,
Daddy said
He would love me anyway,
Daddy said
But I should not tell Mommy…

Daddy said
It wouldn’t hurt his baby,
Daddy said
I should close my eyes,
Daddy said
He would sing a lullaby,
Daddy said
It would feel so nice…

But I cried
‘Cause it hurt so much –
I cried, I cried,
But he didn’t listen to me –
I cried, I kicked,
When he tried to touch –
I got tired
And cried, “Please Daddy!”

Daddy said
It was all past,
Daddy said
I should forget it,
Daddy said
The pain wouldn’t last,
Daddy said
It’d go bit by bit…

But daddy’s baby
Is gone to the angels –
There she is happy
With roses and bluebells,
With other daddies’ babies,
With her own gown and tiara,
And dolls, toys and teddies,
But without her Ma and Pa…

© Sana Rose – June 20th, 2012


Yesterday, I was constantly disturbed by the news story I read in the papers, about the arrest of a French consulate official for raping his 3 and a half years old daughter. His wife is a Keralite and they have been in Bangalore, India, with their three kids since one year ago, for his assignment. And she filed a case against her abusive husband for repeatedly raping their daughter, when she found out about it, when the little girl began protesting in her own way and always pleaded not to hurt her.

I wrote this poem from the little girl’s POV, but a 3-year old’s words won’t be this grown. So, I chose to write what all Daddy might have said and made her believe. This is fictitious with a different end, the news incident was only a push to write another of my all-time mission of writing about the crimes against and suffering of girls and women.