The well-being of petrol

I do not want to change the world

I will not be able.

The world tried to change me

When I was young.

I tried to be like the other Miss Smarts

But I couldn’t.

I was born in the lap of nature

As the poet says.

My youth has gone

But I am still

A child of nature,

A poet’s child,

A child of beauty.

The one that makes me live

Eternity now!

Maybe you are right.

I do want to change the fate of

Helpless girls:

Kidnapped,

raped

and forced to marry

their kidnappers.

What a life for a girl of fifteen

In a digital world!

It is not a story I made up.

It is happening in Pakistan!

In Egypt!

I am free

Free to think

Free to say what I think.

Free to choose

What I want to wear.

Free to sit where I want to sit.

Free to love my family.

But for her who is raped

Forced into this marriage

Her mother will never see her again.

She is a living corpse.

She will bear sons for a monster.

Then she will be cast away

Thrown into a well at 25

When we are breathing free here!

For the sake of peace she is forgotten

She is just an isolated case.

Who will bother about her?

World leaders are more concerned about

the well being of petrol.

Once

A salmon rose

In dad’s garden

Now a white rose

On a tomb

Watered by tears

Of a helpless dad

And a hapless mum.