She is the revolution.

Unbowed, unwrecked, scarred,
She walked submerged in dirt.
As serene as the ocean
She is enigmatic beauty.

They touched her body,
They soiled her bones,
Shattered, fragmented,
But none could touch her soul.

Pure as fire, ablazed in rage,
She is not one,she has many face.
Bleeding, annhilated,
She still smiles with sheer grace.

Don’t ask her what happened,
Don’t ask her why she sits there alone,
She is much more than her body,
She is magic, she is power,
She is the revolution.

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-Debdyuti Dutta

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