Silent Cries

 
 
In a quiet city, something went wrong
A healer’s life was taken, she was wronged.
She helped the sick and worked with care
But one night, she was hit by a scare.
The white coat now smeared with fear
A sad story, a fallen tear. 
In streets, where hopes should freely flow
Emerged a story full of pain and sorrow. 
Her heart, pure and bright
Silenced in the midst of the night. 
A healer’s soul, full of grace
Now rests in silence, lost in space. 
Her light was snuffed out, we feel the loss
Her story should make us think and pause.
But only in silence the voices rise
To seek truth about her demise. 
We need to change how things are done
So that each one can feel safe, 
Every daughter and every son.
May the winds of change blow fierce and strong
And in their run, may right win over wrong. 
May her loss be a beacon, shining bright
Guiding us to justice and to what is right.
In every heart, her spirit stays
A light, guiding us through the difficult days.
                                             By Adhiraj Khobragade