She left the Door Open,
Wide below the night bed.
Just for the Thugs, the Pseudo visionaries
Of our present Age.
For them to steal the virginity of our Goddess
The Counter-escorts of the Lords,
Or just to ruin their souls to live a
Dead Life with shame.
Her balance finally tilting to the Sinner’s side
She has blinded it all.
Folks think she doesn’t have a sight,
But the fact remains that she showed a
Deaf ear towards her offspring’s grief,
The fight, the aggression still prevails
In the tiny-country men,
Though their hearts repeatedly and eagerly wait,
With oil in their eyes, for a
Miracle that would Open their
[In Admiration of the so called “party-men”
creating havoc in Nandigram, I wrote this piece after I read about the gang rape of a mother and her daughters in the same village by the party-men. “She” in the whole poem refers to Lady Justice]