Gifts
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
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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