Hope...where are you?

The city remains silent. No lit candles in hands, no despair on face and no emotions in the heart. Is this because the girls are alive, unlike Nirbhaya? Or is it mere ignorance?
Muzzafarpur witnessed one of the most heinous crimes recently. Around 30 girls kept in captivity were raped continuously for 2 years. The racket was running right under the nose of the government who failed to keep up to it's promise. When will the fear of law make their hands shake before they commit? The wave of agony spread like wild fire when it happened in Delhi. That was a time when there was hope. Today hope is bleak.
Today we live in a society with least tolerance in matters of cow slaughter. We see riots in the name of religion. We ignore the polluted air that we breathe and the plastic which form huge piles. All we do, is complain while sitting in the safe ambience of our homes.
When will it Dawn on people that we ourselves are corrupt and no coercive means by any authority can transform the world.

I'm looking at the man in the mirror
I'm asking him change his face
Michael Jackson

One can not change the world if he fails to change himself.
When will a revolution change minds and hearts? When will we rise above criticism and act to make our dreams real? When will hope return?

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