WHO ARE THOSE CURSED

WHO ARE THOSE CURSED

A poem Against Child abuse

Poet: Ayub Khawar

Who are those ill-fated and cursed ones

Who squash the buds, petal by petal

In the wilderness of deaf and dumb soil, clusterd with the suffocated crops.

Who Pluck them from their tessals and throw

In the sobbing silence amid the blind walls of the abandoned houses and cut them in to pieces

Before they blossoms like flowers.

Who are those rock faced people

Who crumbles by their lust

The childhood innocence and mix their inculpable heirs in the darkness of grief,

Deeper than the suffering of hell.

Who are those stone hearted human like?

Who are they?

O my Lord!

Who knows better than you.

YOU ARE.... ONE AND THE ONLY.

YOU are the witnesses

Who has been watching our daughters massacres

Here... on this earth....in this world.

This world,

Where, in the law courts

Despite of watching CCTV evidences

The judges anticipate for the eyewitnesses.

Have their hearts gone black like dusty black thick ink?

Where are you Lord?

Shall you not set your tribunal

Before the occurrence of doomsday?

Will your court-house only set on the day of judgement?

Is there any bigger day of judgement than this, that is streched to thousands of days, weeks, months and years?

Where such little flowers are crushed dreadfully.

O! My Lord

Will there be any bigger day of judgement!!!

Ayub khawar

Pakistan

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