A Crowd Has No Name

Ask a woman if she has ever felt

A hand sliding under her skirts

An elbow grinding on her bust

In a crowd or a public bus.

Ask her if she has ever felt

The staring of lustful eyes

As her screams subside

Under the will of shameless men.

Dormant evil uprises from opportunity

That smashes cars in the name of freedom

That burns houses in the name of justice

That rapes a girl in the name of revenge.

You really begin to question humanity

When a rape occurs twice every hour

When 30% of child abusers are family

And 60% are their friends.

They say, "We are not to blame,

A crowd has no name

Meat Phones Uniforms Jeans

Victims Alcohol Noodles Mannequins

Are the real reasons for this shame".

I say" Fuck you and your retarded brain!

That treat women with disdain

Somewhere down the road

You had done just the same".

We scratch the crust but not the core

We don't bother when there is no gore

A human tragedy, a pyrrhic victory

The need to fulfil one's thirst

At the expense of other's misery.

Note from the poet: This poem was written after the Bangalore molestation incident that took place on new year's eve. I was really pissed off.