Silent voices in the corner of rooms,
Unwiped tears in the outskirt and backwoods
With echos in the city less heard
A chain of hands
With a chain of voices
Hearts the less connected
Behind the bars of society
Made the priceless.
The tag of women murdered
The risky the sarees
Their eyes polluted
Made teary the eyes of the juvenile
With victims as the priceless bouquets
On the silent graveyard.