The Rage We Have Buried | A Poem by Sneha Narayanan

In a single week, India’s heart has wept,
seeing shocking brutality,
A rape is happening every day,
Are we really safe?
Kolkata doctor’s murder and rape stirs endless fright
and haunts our nights.
In Uttarakhand, a nurse was lost to violence, raped and killed,
And now a minor girl gangraped in a bus,

How many more Nirbhayas will be sacrificed?
How many of us must suffer and die,
Before this grotesque horror finally says goodbye?
5 months or 50 years,
It's all meat and bones,
served on the devil's plate.
They call it rape,
But she is the one
enduring the hate.

Wars ought to be waged
Against those who brutalize her sacred space without consent,
Ripping away her dignity with hands of violence,
violated and shamed,
Stripped of her voice,
free will and choice
In the battlefields of assault.

Will you all still remain silent?

Will you keep quiet, blaming clothes or her fate,
Or will you stand and
fight for our daughters, before it's too late?

About the Author

Sneha Narayanan, a former assistant professor who is now a celebrated poet and author, was born in Delhi and raised across the country. She is the bestselling author of the poetry books Bloom and Self-Love: Weave Your Own Fairytale. She quit her job at IBM India, to pursue her passion for writing. The media has also taken notice of her literary prowess, with her being featured in popular and esteemed publications such as the Deccan Chronicle, Hindustan Times, Outlook, Daily Hunt, Mid-Day, and Dainik Navpradesh.