SHE WAS A SAINT
ANIRBAN NANDA
[CONTEXT OF THE POEM: Few days back in India, a group of young people raped a nun in a church. This is one of the rape incidents which shamed us all. Most ridiculous fact is; convicts ate chocolate a cake calmly after the offence!]
She was a saint.
As pure as sunrays,
As gracious as flowers,
Few snipped off the petals.
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For she was a saint,
As innocent as child,
As shy as a bride,
And today she cried.
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As she was a saint;
As disciplined as army,
As calm as still-water,
Lost her honor by a cutter.
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Though she was a saint,
She still was entered;
Faced her sinister fate,
And they ate cake and chocolate!
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Few ‘liked’ the news,
Some updated a status,
Fewer tried to mourn,
But still, she was a saint.
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She never had a home,
For she had a church of stone─
And now she owns a room different;
It is a hospital-for-rent.
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She never covered he face;
With always covered bodice.
Now she had a face hidden,
In a state bed-ridden,
With tattered heart and chest,
And hence, she was a saint.
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May be once a day will come,
When we find a people some;
Full of respect and light,
To make us bright,
To help her fight,
And remove the night,
For the soul to chant─
“I am a saint.”
©Anirban Nanda
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