Not your daughter
A woman is gang raped,
Her body burnt to ashes.
Because you think of her
First as a sex object
And then as evidence of your crime.
A body which contained a soul,
Full of joys and sorrow,
Flaws and imperfections.
Full of life.
But no, you reduce her
To a mere object.
Now, it's the media's turn.
" India's daughter"
They call her.
"Nirbhaya" [Translation: Fearless]
They christen her.
Stop.
Just stop.
We are not ideals
For you to romanticise.
We are not objects
Designed for your pleasure.
We are not India's daughters
We are just human.
We do not want to be idealised
Or put on a pedestal.
All we want
Is to live
Fearlessly.
-by Ocean





















