I’m flower
My name is rose {Zainab}
You know I just blossomed in the sparkling silver garden
Of my PAK land, I’m yes, I’m
I’m blinded, I’m raped,
I’m killed
Butchered till my innocence lost
Bucher till I forgot my nursery rhyme….
I’m flower
I was inside the bud
Without fear and agony
Singing my own songs to myself
Waiting to open and see the world
Dancing in the wind a swaying my head
Suddenly!!!
Suddenly The hurricane pushed me down
Suddenly the harsh wind started blowing
Without knowing where I’m going
I was running away from me
Away from my mother,
Away from my father
Away from my home,
Away from my village….
My secret prayers got highjacked
the dark black hand plucked me from tree
And opened my petals one by one
Chewed me, killed me,
Raped me, crushed me….
In the morning I was thrown into gutter
I am flower,
My voice is being suppressed
My body is being mutilated
My innocent blood pure and glistening,
flowed slowly like a stream trickling….
trickling into your mind,
trickling in your bedroom,
flowing like wild stream
filling your mansion
I’m flower
I’m Standing here….
Standing alone with my unresolved death
inside the stench of my dried blood…
I’m flower
I’m rose “Zainab”
Poem is agony towards the heinous crime on children
Zainub Ansari who is being raped and killed mercilessly by rapists in Pakistan.
(The author has mailed this poem to “Kashmir Horizon”. Views are his own)
