Candles

All these candles add up to a lack of girl.
This my typing is evidence a girl is dead
And flying as a thing to embrace her fire
Amid a thousand candles that had walked
A sorrow enacted, a mime staged in dark.

(The young woman whose rape and torture by six hoodlums on a Delhi bus shook a nation’s conscience died early on Saturday)

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