she sleeps, never to wake up again,
lost strength, lost hope, there was little to regain,
fatal blows she was dealt by men nothing but wild and insane,
amidst a socio-political system so lopsided and mundane,
neither the first nor the last, still she evoked a state from its bane,
the call for justice and course correction, must not now wane,
her dripped blood, stopped heart, wasted life, should not go in vain,
Nirbhaya is revered as a nation searches its soul, seemingly under perpetual drain...
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