Gifts

“NO! PLEASE”, as her parents are dragged to death, a 20-year-old pregnant maiden pleads

The gunmen yell, “You will have to pay for your deeds.”

The girl as the tears rained down her cheeks asks them what had she done?

The hooligans blame, “Your father was a soldier (now retired), he served against my nation”, he threatens, “You may now run.”

The poor lass thinks nothing and runs for her life

For the curse behind, may even bite

An unborn life rests in her body

OF COURSE! Claims to be that baby’s father – NOBODY.

  

The war had given her a lot and that thing in her womb was one of the million gifts

The victims see speckles of light, OH NO! They vanish as she drifts

A few hours later in a hospital, she awakes

Few people surround her and she does not know their names

She is appraised of the truth that her only family left, that unclaimed baby was gone

Another gift! Now the society would not blame her as they gossip sitting on the lawn

Her country had been captured

Her life was brutally murdered, ruptured

Her home gone, family gone, pain is immeasurably immense

She moans, groans and laments

She slowly stands up, leaves and of her before – so – beautiful – home ( country) she makes her last visit

Nostalgic she is, the trauma is enough, ugliness in abundance and weirdly she seizes it

For she had to go to heaven and tell the almighty “WHAT IS RIGHT”

To what a level the people had reached down there, SUCH A HEIGHT

Tell how good she had been served here

How her soul, mind, body had gone wear and tear

Suddenly she comes to that place where she was raped

OH! That black creepy room, her eyes are now dry, she feels she is being chased

No better place to die! She happily ends her life

“I AM FREE.” SHE CLAIMS HER RIGHT