I Am Asifa the Flower Nipped in the Bud
I am Asifa , the flower of the wild.
I had dreams as every child.
I grew up in the medows
Chasing cute butterfly shadows.
Horses and cattle were my friends
For they loved me with all the sense .
We were nomads , so always on the move
But we loved the pastures, the hooves.
My father bought me a lovely dress
For I had to wear on a lovely day.
I had dreams as every child
Although I been been bred in the wild.
My dreams shattered like a threadless kite
Thrown into dark what fate!
The dark day dawned with hellish doom
The lambs stood still and the medow in gloom.
I was lured, coaxed , threatened and captured
While the horses left grazing bewildered.
I cried, begged, prayed and wept
But the wolfs had no mercy left.
It was a temple where I was kept
But the gods were busy as I wept.
My bones were crushed , mouth trembled
Fell on the ground totally crumbled.
My little tummy craved for food
Dried lips wished a drop
I didn't know what was done
except the pain and the dripping blood.
I know how busy the gods ,no blame
For my trauma just lasted a week
I was captured , raped and raped
Killed and thrown with my dreams draped..