The Taj Mahal's love tale is eternal <br />Built by a prince to mark lost bridal joys <br />White marble sculpted in a vast farewell <br />Fashioned with all the grandeur wealth employs <br /> <br />Two Dalit girls, each shy as a gazelle <br />Walked from their village with a maiden's poise <br />Towards the toilet field as evening fell <br />The youngest, barely past the age of toys <br /> <br />Into the dark of gang rape's special hell <br />No one to hear their screams, their anguished noise <br />No policeman's word those rapists to repel <br />No god to quell the beast-lust that destroys <br /> <br />The mango tree bore sorrow, the bombshell <br />Of two hanged girls, (such fruit brute man enjoys) <br />The funeral pyre cracked with its bitter smell <br />But as the statesman said, ‘Boys will be boys'<br /><br />sheena blackhall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-the-mango-tree-uttar-pradesh/
