A patient that she might have treated that night,
little did she know her night would be ghastly.
A dinner that she shared with her friends,
little did she know she’d meet a monster soon.
A short nap that she took in the wee hours of the morning,
little did she know she would soon be in the middle of a grisly war of words.
A fight she put up against the beast who took her life,
little did she know she would be the person we’d be fighting for.
At the stroke of the midnight hour,
she resisted powers that clamped her down,
as she suffered at the hands of the forces of misogyny.
Here we are, demanding justice,
asking questions, refusing to back down,
knowing that after 12 years, we are back to square one.
Moumita, we are sorry it took your life for us to fight for justice,
but we promise to reclaim every space meant for women.
We promise to keep up the battle and keep the light on.