She was a rebel in her own words.
Media’s muse, highlight of controversial reality shows.
Most viewed on social platforms,
Worshipped by lecherous stares,
Condemned by the flag-bearers of morality.
The topic of debate in grandiose news rooms,
Secretly admired by her hypocritical banishers.
She did not fit-in to the cultural stereotype of a lady,
Her sovereignty over her conduct
was considered an act of blasphemy.
The world watched her outrageous acts,
Ignorant to a life of abject neglect.
Ostracised by the society, she was a nomad at heart.
She perhaps found solace in her ailing father’s arms,
Or in her frail mother’s lap.
For she was the sole bread-winner,
and the “man” of the penurious household.
She was strangulated by her own blood,
the brother who had sworn to protect her for life.
In the name of honour, she was sacrificed.
The orbs of her eyes receding away forever,
In the last few breaths that she could manage,
She would have wished for a better world,
If ever she had to come back!
