JUSTICE FOR KOLKATA RAPE-MURDER CASE

In Kolkata’s streets, a shadow fell, A story dark, too deep to tell. Where echoes of the past now cry, A city weeps beneath its sky.

In bustling lanes and crowded scenes, A horror lurks behind the sheen. Where once was hope, a darkened stain, A searing mark of grief and pain.

The city’s pride, its heart so wide, Now trembles with a mournful tide. Injustice’s weight, a cruel embrace, Leaves scars that time cannot erase.

Voices rise in anguished plea, For justice, truth, and dignity. Yet in the silence, fear takes hold, And stories of the broken, cold.

The Ganges weeps with sorrow’s flow, Its waters touched by grief below. And every corner, every street, Holds echoes of a shamed heartbeat.

But from this dark, a light must grow, A call for change, for seeds to sow. To heal the wounds and right the wrongs, To lift the voices of the strong.

In Kolkata, the spirit fights, For justice in the darkest nights. And though the past casts shadows long, The hope for healing remains strong.

HOPING FOR JUSTICE