In a country where crimes against women are increasing at an alarming rate, we came across another barbaric one on August 2. A 22-year-old man in Rajasthan’s Jhunjhunu district was found guilty of raping a 3-year-old minor girl.
The man responsible for the brutal act was slammed with a death sentence Friday by a POCSO court in Jhunjhunu under Section 376AB of IPC which was introduced under The Criminal Law Amendment Act, 2018 last month and has a provision for a death sentence for the rape of girls below 12 years of age.
However, there is something unique about the judgment that made it different from the others we normally read about.
It was because the judge, Neerja Dadhich, penned down an emotional poem while awarding death sentence to the accused. She also recited the powerful lines during the process.
“Uss bachchi par kitna zulm hua, woh kitna royi hogi. Mera hi kaleja fatt jaaata hai, toh maa kaise soyi hogi?”
According to The Indian Express, the man committed the heinous crime at the home of the child’s maternal grandmother. The judge had some hard-hitting words for people who think that clothes worn by a girl are responsible for rape.
“Kapdon ke kaaran hote rape jo kahein, unhein batlaun main, aakhir teen saal ki bachchi ko saree kaise pehnaun mein?”
The poem ended with the most significant lines and gave us an idea of the black hole we are leading to. Urging the country to give women the respect they deserve, it stated that a time might come when even God will fear to present this land with a girl child.
“Gar ab bhi na sudhre toh ek din aisa aayega, iss desh ko beti dene se bhaghwaan bhi ghabhrayega.”
Here is the full poem:
“Woh masoom naazuk bachchi, ek aangan ki kali thi. Woh maa-baap ki aankhon ka taara thi, armaanon se pali thi.
Jiski masoom adaaon se maa-baap ka din ban jaata tha, jiski ek muskaan ke aage pathar bhi moum ban jaata tha.
Voh masoom bachchi theek se bol nahi paati thi, dikhaa ke jiski masoomiyat udaasi bhi muskaan ban jaati thi.
Jisne jeevan ke keval teen basant hi dekhe the, uspar yeh annyay hua. Yeh kese vidhi ke lekhe the?
Ek teen saal ki beti par yeh kaisa atyachaar hua?
Ek bachchi ko darindo se bacha na sake yeh kaise mulk itna laachar hua?
Uss bachhi par kitna zulm hua, woh kitna royi hogi.
Mera hi kaleja fatt jaaata hai toh maa kaise soyi hogi?
Jis masoom ko dekh kar mann mein pyaar umad kar aata hai, dekh ussi ko kuch ke mann mein haiwaan utar aata hai.
Kapdon ke kaaran hote rape jo kahein, unhein batlaun main, aakhir teen saal ki bachchi ko saree kaise pehnaun mein?
Gar ab bhi na sudhre toh ek din aisa aayega, iss desh ko beti dene se bhaghwaan bhi ghabhrayega.”
These words perfectly sum up the shameful situation the country lies in. It beautifully portrays the feelings of every individual who comes across a news of rape and sexual abuse. We sincerely hope that this poem knocks the country up from its sleep as safety for women still remains a far-fetched dream.