The Rape of A Doll
written by: Muhammad Shanazar
Should I lament or should I mourn?
Or
I should do the both at the same time.
Should I shed tears or should I cry aloud,
Or
I should do the both at the same time.
We are very rich in precedents of rapes,
Every age of adults and every age of minors,
But the rapes with the kids of eight,
Seven or five years old make me miserable.
Though thousands of madrasas,
Schools and universities work
And millions of pupils go in and come out,
Yet we couldn’t wake up
The dormant conscience of the folk.
Though it is ignominy to tell
Yet I shall have to ring the bell.
Hearken!
Just a week ago, a baby-girl
Two and half years old has been raped,
And found dead in the crop,
Only a few channels broke the news,
And none else mentioned the deed of defilement,
It is desecration of the daughter of Eve,
And of the whole humanity.
Ah!
I mourn on the demise of conscience,
No one speaks, no one bothers,
All move around as if nothing happened,
Silent are the sovereigns, silent are the subjects,
The guardians of law befool and cheat,
And greet on the success,
“Samples of DNA have been taken,
And a few strands of hair have been found.”
Some chat in the chambers of law,
“We are bent upon to heed
The welfare of a common man,
And will remove all sufferings and all pain.”
I am engrossed who would be the next victim,
Whose daughter, yours or mine,
For we have to face on each turn a swine.
The rape of a doll, two and half years old,
As I have you told,
Is nothing but a slap on the face of humanity,
And on the face of apostles
And their endeavors.
It is because honour of the countrymen
Doesn’t fall in priorities,
The high ups bask in the sun, on the shore.
O! My dear, forgive me,
I am choked, I can’t say anything, anymore.
- The Rape of A Doll - April 27, 2021
