By Somali K Chakrabarti
In the darkest of winter nights,
Ruthlessly savaged by brutes, she fought, wailed,
as she was scarred for life;
wounded, she lay on the stony pitch,
holding on with all her might, they mocked her,
scorned her, she struggled to survive;
One day she lost her ‘losing’ battle with life!
The Law took its course, offenders
were tried; As if in a cruel joke of fate, the vicious
of the lot goes free, for when he sinned
He was a juvenile!
With an evil grin, somewhere a ruffian sneered
at an unsuspecting victim with delight,
“I’ll brand her for life”
“No one will touch me for I am a juvenile”.
Inspired by the post ‘ Too young to punish not to young to sin ‘ by Dr Sweety Shinde, in which she has very logically put forth her points against the juvenile verdict.
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