When I pass through that street

When I pass through that street
I see women passing through abusive catcalls
When I pass through that street
I see women passing through;
The unzipped trousers of a man coercing them
to look at him
When I pass through that street
I see women passing through;
The anxiety of being victim on that street
When I pass through that street
I pass through misogyny deep-rooted on that street
Blossoming into language
When I pass through that street
I see women passing through the feeling
As if they were walking on Red Street
It’s that same street of Delhi
Where she was brutalized with an iron glove
Where she was raped by taking her right to love
Hey men were are your mercy
Can do anything for it, are you so thirsty
Why not quench in your home your aching need
Why to let innocent for your thirst bleed
The divine drink of your mother’s breast
And the menstrual blood of your sister
Aren’t enough for you mister?
Hey do you know the name of that street;
If it had none, I would like to give one to it
The fucking Indian street with a signboard
Rape ahead.