My face was dripping wet in hues of green, blue and red
I had seen her bathed and bleeding in the cuts and wounds red
I had been scribbling in my diary words dancing in delight, gliding in grace
Memories crystallized of the family visits & college tours to many a lovely place
Since I saw her dead
My hands got soaked in haunting red, my nerves felt numb
On pages of my diary grief fell on blank paper as leaves fall from trees in autumn
My eyes glowed, body undulated, feet trapped in sad rhythm
My scrawls in the diary looked like an apparition of foreboding cataclysm
As the judge in the court gave the verdict of his death sentence
The shrill cry of my favorite student’s rapist echoed in my ears, for me it was victorious transcendence
My diary had recorded her pain & predicament, She was forever gone
Her smiling face, gave a glimpse of her spirit from the days bygone
Silence hung in the air, the proceeding in the court ended
During our struggle to get her justice accomplished, her mother tightly hugged me
For the world it was just a case, for me it was writing a saga of suffering till the last page of my diary
My spirit solemnizing liberation from a long and lone journey of melancholy
Every ending has a new beginning, every night a morning, every dusk a dawn
On the first page of my new diary, I wrote a prayer for a world where a girl is revered as an angel-like beautiful swan!