To understand the context please read the post number 116 dated November 24, 2025.

3.

once they came 

not in the dead of night

but in broad day-light 

our police is often foolhardy

the earth trembled under their feet

 in shame and the air became heavy

they took my 

pregnant sister by hand

 tore her saree 

one of them handcuffed her

 made her to bend

 against the only furniture in house

 the table my father had made to keep the lantern

saril

before I could understand

 they beat me furiously

 all four of them 

and pushed me out

I looked at our God 

without fail, fed each morning

 of course religiously

 by my mother, my sister and my wife 

he was sitting silently in cool shed

 under the plant of Tulsi

 a stone-figure

but 

I was no God 

so I couldn't see myself a stone

I jumped and roaring in dumb rage

 took my sickle

 and with all my force 

cut them all

 all four

once they had the right 

to open fire in defence of life

 why not me

 in defence of my dignity

 in defence of my honour?

despite this 

I couldn't save my pregnant sister

 a new life!

(From my poetry collection, “Always in Transit”)