The clock strikes eleven,
as women throng the streets.
It's time to claim the night as ours, and fight the war.

One word plays on the lips
of every protestor.
It's time to seek vengeance for every ravaged soul.

The vibrant mix of folks
rattles those in power.
The old, the young, the weak, the strong unite for her.

The black night is blinded
by torches from mobiles.
It's time to unleash Goddess Durga's mighty roar.