Sun rises.
Sets.
The editor marks the columns.
Printer sets.
They name her.
They need a name.
A name that is unique.
To stand the test of time.
What's there in a name?
A name decides everything.
A name points out whether
we should grieve or look aside.
A name is a proper noun
that separates people.
if Damini dies, it's somebody
we don't know of.
If Nirbhaya dies,
she is from a different belief.
If Amanat dies,
she does not speak
the language I speak.
But she should possess a name.
Nirbhaya shouldn't win.
Who names anyone Amanat?
It's a bad name.
Let them name her Damini.
Let them.
The reader reads, comments.
It shouldn't have happened.
But it did.
It should not happen again.
But it will.
We are imbeciles.
All of us are me.
The reader reads, comments.
It's good that she died
Now we can peacefully hang the motherfuckers
Without changing the motherfucking law
It's good that she died
It would have been difficult to live.
It's good that she died.
It's good that it is her, not me.
It's good that she died.
It's all good.
Somebody brings a graph paper.
Takes a news paper,
plots a graph.
She becomes the new point
in that graph.
We become the lowest point
of the low points.
The Girl's dead body-
A new point
in the rape graph.
Somebody sells that newspaper.
The graph points
wraps peanuts.
The girl's dead body-
A new peanut wrapper.
They draw a new graph.
Of all the peanut wrappers ever.
The big news. The small news.
The Delhi. The Non-Delhi.
The Candle. The Mask.
The Dress code.
The Moral Compass.
The poems.
The critics.
The us.
The others.
THe mothers.
THe motherchods
The Bhaiyyas.
The behens.
The bhenchods.
THe graph paper.
The infograph.
THe graphs of graphs.
The photographs.
The change.
The lack.
The past.
The future.
Sun rises.
Sets.
The editor marks new spaces.
Somebody sets.
Namakaran- Naming ceremony
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