When I was raped.
Naroda.
Army of men.
Turgid rods.
Probing their infamy.
I was pregnant.
With hope.
A new bud.
Woman.
You shoved it.
I was alive.
A flower.
Muslim.
You burned me.
Kerosene?
Blue, Indian government marked.
Unadulterated.
My brother,
A Hindu.
Will.
Nay
Shall
Avenge.
A ballot is a bullet.
A poem by Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem