Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Little girl in the jungle...

Asifa! the voice echoed,
there was no reply,
Asifaaaaa! the mother shouted again,
no reply still.
Running the length and breadth of the jungle
looking for someone or something that was lost in it.
Something. It could very well have been a thing for some,
An object.
There lied the little girl.
Her modesty defied.
Modesty. What did the little girl know about that word.
She couldn't care less.
Just that, she didn't want to be hurt.
It was pain, a lot of it, for 7 days.
Unending pain.
Excruciating pain.
What did I do to deserve this?
Thinking when the pain would stop intermittently.
When will this end?
End it did.
With her head smeared in red.
But, she was finally relieved that it ended.
Although, lying here in cold and waiting for her mother to come and get her, isn't great either.
Mother found the girl lying with her dupatta swaddled around her neck,
like a shroud, identifying her by her clothes.
It is a sight, no mother deserves to see.
Burial won't be allowed in the village, you low caste, they said.
The mother carries the girl in her lap and walks many kilometers, not finding few square meters to put the little girl to rest.
Perhaps this is the only place where she will find peace.
The girl smiled in her haven.
Glad not to be a part of this hatred.
She prances around in jungle, unfeared, unapologetic.
Feeling safer this time.
The nature took back what was always its.
It knows we do not deserve an innocence like that.

#Asifa #JusticeForAsifa

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