Young And Brave

Rattle toys and dolls,

Lay scattered on the floor

The wind chime, motionless. 

I stopped babbling even before I wanted to

I stopped cooing even before I had started to

I saw the barbarous world, I never wanted to

My tiny hands were quivering,

My small legs were ice cold,

I cried for my mother, 

I cried louder than ever. 

I wanted to be pacified, like never before

I wanted to sleep to the soft lullabies of my mother, 

I wanted to be pampered with cosy cuddles and warm kisses of my father, 

I wanted to feel safe. 

I wanted that day to be like any other day, 

Not the one it actually was. 

I wanted to wake up from my sleep, 

Tranquil,

Like nothing had happened. 

Not to be found, with my childhood lost 

Even before I became a toddler. 

Not to be found trapped in the awful judiciary, 

Even before I became an adult. 

Not to be found lying in a pool of blood, 

Raped. 

Even before I could take my first step. 

Author's note: It is so hard for me to express what I'm feeling right now. I had known that the world is cruel but I didn't know that humanity is vanishing so rapidly that even an infant is raped in our country, and justice is never provided to the child. 

When a girl or a woman is raped, it is commonly seen that the sick society blames her for the kind of clothes she wears or her personal choices. 

So when an innocent eight-month-old baby is raped, who is to be blamed actually?