The Invincible Gauri

The other day I heard And the day following it was a headline That Gauri is dead And who is Gauri I knew not then that I am sorry She was a newswoman Bold, fearless and wise Brought news of daily events Based on truth and facts Some doubt and some suspect And in consequence born towards her an animosity Of some fools and some cowards The truth never they could comprehend nor stand So the truth succumbed to the bullet Leaving behind only hypothesis Over which political bickering and personal vendetta surface Leading to nowhere with every passing hour Since five days have gone But to no avail to hunt the suspects down Only the gullible are falling for this line Turning aside the crumbs to its logical destiny Anyway I salute her for not submitting to those cowards Who can go to any extent for the sake of money Bribe them, they will kill their parents Bribe them, they will kill their own children Bribe them, they will kill even themselves Bribe them, they will kill their souls Hers is a small fry Over which none seems will ever cry The real bird has already flown the coop and in a few days ahead Some pasty wearing a scarf around his neck And flanked by some smug policemen will be paraded And soon the case will be closed To me Gauri is not dead rather she was killed In fact we are dead and we don't need to be killed (Dedicated this poem to Gauri Lankesh who succumbed to bullet Fighting a brave life of journalism defying death)