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My Mumbai Colleague

My Mumbai Colleague

Like you,

I am a journalist


Like you,

I visit many places

For work


Some lonely

Some crowded

Some in the evening


Like you

I was an intern

When I was 22


Tasting the new success

After a college education

Exploring my world


Like you

I was a professional

Doing my job


Like you

If my assignment was in the mills

I would have gone


Like you

I would have never thought

I would be violated on my job


Fight, my sister

Be brave

For all of us


Don’t listen to anyone

Who says

That you were


In the wrong place

At the wrong time

Or in the wrong clothes


It wasn’t you

My Mumbai colleague

It’s them


They were in the wrong place

At the wrong time

With the wrong intentions


It’s not your shame

It’s not your izzat

It’s not your family’s honour


That they took

Who hunted

In a pack


It’s their’s

They should be ashamed

Of being worse than animals


They assumed

That they were



But they are wrong

You are a woman

Shakti Chandi Durga


Rise, my sister

In your fight

I hold your hand


Like the girl on

December 16

Jolt us out


Of apathy

Of desensitization

Of nothing-can’t-be-done attitude


Fight the fight

For all of us

My Mumbai Colleague







My Mumbai Colleague

So they know


They don’t have

Any power

Over you



Because it’s your life

To live


Poetry written for this fellow journalist


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