Every Nice Guy’s Disrepair

(Right after the Delhi rape case, talking to girls who were my friends felt like this)

 

We live in a world

Where they call us equals

But for the women

The tragedy has had many sequels

 

No thought, no remorse

As they take her dignity

Like his hormones

He had levelled to insanity

 

Now you throwing stones

On the thought of a man

Relinquishing all memories

Of the ones at hand

 

As we speak

Your words, they stab me

As if I’m a stranger

And as a friend you never knew me

Never had me…

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