Young and beautiful
I know she's got it
Still not a justification to have it.
On the blue fields they strode
Innocent of the cloaked thorns.
The gift of a bride to her groom
In turns they broke into
Making a hell out of her heaven.
Cupid must have played dumb
For where was her MAN when she needed him most?
Ignorantly,
Nobody cared to play The Good Samaritan.
Drenched in the pool of her blood
Wounded, exposed, devastated
She struggled to see the sun shine once again.
On every streets of Delhi are raging cries of animosity
Praying the worst is averted.
Then that fateful day
When the sun was supposed to shine,
Night fell.
Now the cries will continue to abide
Blood for Blood we call
Death for Death we cry
This one out of many
Must not go unavenged!!