I am continents away happy and safe
But I hear the voices coming to me from war…
The gushing wind sways into my room all their cries
“Who is it?” I say, thinking it’s only a person to call for…
“How many souls do they wish to rape?
How many deaths do we have to die?
Curses and abuses so endlessly
Give it to us- if that’s how we can survive…
Shoot me dead along with other dead men
Spare our children and wives…
Let their price be-a merciless death to us
Tortured through any human device…
What’s the use of torturing in numbers?
Make limited tortures-‘intensified’…
Terrorize the world through our corpses
Don’t just slay each passerby…
Water our blood to our prospering land
Target and aim only us to die…
Spare poverty and slavery to our nation
We’re just all men-if at all identified…
Then the wives shout-
Why widow us now? Kill us instead
Why more tears if we’ve already cried?
Rape me, my sons and my daughters as well
Or we’d hang ourselves with our husbands’ neckties…
If flesh and meat suffices your need
We’ll give it to you tongue-tied…
Just tell us what you want at least
So its death we know, of what we’d died…
& then the sons-
Don’t burn our toys we’ll give them to you
Please don’t release away our childhood butterflies…
Let alone be our fathers and mothers
It’s us who have lied…
We are the ones to steal mangoes
The ones to climb up on those trees…
We’ll return even the eaten seeds
Just for last time- let us be free…
Finally the daughters-
We’ll cook and reproduce all our lives
Education- we ourselves will deny…
Soon enough we’ll throw away our emotions
Soon enough we’ll never cry…
Please don’t…please don’t…I feel dirty
Leave us alone for our lives…
Only once had we got this status ‘for sure’
But now-it’s just again- a new war cry…”
I twitched on my bed & shut my ears
Angrily locked the window tight…
Came back to my bed and tried to sleep
Saying-“Let those bastards just die!”
dIKSHA gROVER
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