A PLACID PLEA .
I write for asifa , I hold a pen,
A little girl who wasn't even ten ,
Her abbu couldn't save her , neither could her ammi ,
People payed with her , as if she was a dummy .
Imagining them drugging her with pills,
Still gives me deep core chills ,
Her yells and cries for a mere help ,
Still haunts my mind when I think her yelp.
All of us heard the endless cries ,
That seeped from that mother's teary eyes .
But we ignored her , we swayed her away ,
Just because in a DARGAH did she pray ! .
Every daughter's unsafe in our great motherland,
From an old woman to a little infant,
You or me , we're all insecure,
It's a disease we ought to cure .
Breaking the barriers of religion and caste ,
Our opinions let's broadcast,
India's esteem is in vanity,
For my Asifa is dead and so is Humanity. .. -P.S.❤