A poem written by a 17-year-old girl barely hours before her death enabled a court in Delhi to award her murderer a life sentence. The victim, Shreya Sharma was choked to death by her senior, 19-year-old Sarthak Kapoor in Rohini’s Sector 17 on August 16 last year.
Sharma was found dead near her home in Rohini after her parents reported her missing on August 16.
Additional Sessions Judge Virender Kumar Bansal while handing out the sentence recited the poem that acted as evidence against Kapoor who he described as a ‘jilted lover’.In his verdict.
The judge wrote that Kapoor went to all lengths to ensure that he would get Shreya back but decided to ‘terminate’ her when he failed.
Inputs from the Additional Public Prosecutor suggest that after Sharma’s parents began looking for her and filed a police complaint in this regard, Kapoor confessed to his crime.
An investigation into the death revealed that Shreya had gone to meet Sarthak at his home on the day of her death in order to give him a copy of the poem she had written and posted online barely hours before her demise.
Court records recalled a statement from the prosecution that established how police officials had recovered Shreya’s poem from Sarthak’s house leading them to believe that she was with him at his residence in her last minutes.
Her body was later found in a narrow lane near her residence by locals who alerted the police and her family.
Kapoor’s counsel argued how he was a good student without a prior criminal record, however, the judge responded by saying that Sharma’s death was a cold-blooded murder that left a void in her family that can never be fulfilled.
Judge Bansal said that Kapoor not only harassed Shreya almost on a daily basis but also expressed his intention to kill her in an Instagram chat they shared days before her murder.
While awarding rigorous life imprisonment to Sarthak Kapoor for the murder of Shreya Sharma, the judge read out an excerpt from her poem. It went, “I wish I were dead, every time I close my eyes, I see dark paradise. I am tired of being here, suppressed by my own fears… We went from playing with our toys to become toys ourselves. So boys will be boys and we women will never tell.”>