by Rajeev Kumar Kunapra
Perplexed I stood amidst the darkness of night,
Haunted by the news that scrolled on the screen.
A fourteen year old- drained by her kith.
What was her sin?
Born of a beast was not her fault
Never a reason to be deflowered!
Her father was her hero
The strongest of her world.
But tongue tied she stood, when
The might she adored,
Pounced and muscled in
Then in turn brother, uncles, the malevolent villains.
Incessant incest clipped her wings,
Coerced girl sighed and sobbed
But in vain, tears of prey
Predator never weighs!
Temporal carnal desire
overshadows parental love,
Is still an enigma
rather a stigma!
Most literate yet we boast
Debating a lot bear no fruit
Actions are needed result is wanted
Young blood, plea to thee
Hold her tight, spare them not,
Be the harbingers of spring
Drive the demons off the shore,
“God’s own abode” be of yours!