RAISED HIS HANDS        

As someone snatched her scarf away from her breast

The painter looked at her

And admired

He raised his hands

Not to protect

But to paint her

Because he knew

Naked gloomy breast is much valuable than anything else

As someone touched her naked body

The photographer looked at her

He admired her

And took his step ahead

Not to protect her

But to capture high resolution picture of her

With full details

Because he knew

Nothing is valuable than women’s naked golden body

When someone was raping her

The others looked at her

And extended their hands

Again,

Not to protect

But to grab her

To grab her for their turn

                                                                                                       SHALINI GIRI