Here's an extract from a poem of mine that was published in a 2013 edition of Urban Confustions, a journal of creative expression from women worldwide.

When I remember them I just cry Sometimes silently Or inside of me Sometimes I heave, And at others, I sigh

Hey this is about them The girl, lady, boy, gent or transperson Who are preyed upon by the beastly How do they endure something so ghastly

Alas! Some do not live to recall their horror But do we listen to those who do? Speak out and stand up for them Hold them tight, dry their tears Lessen their pain and their fears?

They are everywhere These honourable survivors Braving their scars

If we don't reach out We are as inhuman As those who hurt them!


Hmmmmmmmm! This was my exact expression as I read the last verse of your poem. The poem is so relevant particularly to the very sad stories about sexual violence against women and girls in India. I have been following news about the recently kidnapped and raped 5 year old India girl in your country. The situation is quite pathetic and worrisome; and I hope the efforts of the many activists who have continued to speak out to end this trend will yield encouraging results. Pushpa, your poem speaks volumes and I think you need to give it more publicity. It captures and paints the complete reality of the situation and experiences of victims and survivors of violence, and can be used for advocacy, awareness creation and enlightenment purposes.

Thank you so much for sharing and congratulations too on having it published.