A Daughter’s Letter
We live in a world where
We are free only in dreams.
Each beautiful morning,
It is yet another story
Of one of us- Abused and Tortured,
Raped and Murdered.
My naïve little sisters
Falling prey to inhuman bastards.
All these tragedies-
Written, read, protested and forgotten.
How do we thrive in a land-
Where even ‘home’ is no longer safe?
Where we feel threatened by
Every knock on the door?
Where we pray for love
But are sacrificed for lust?
Where we are denied
Even our most basic right to life?
Where we wonder hopelessly
What have we done terribly wrong to deserve this?
How long can we trudge along
With broken bones and broken hopes?
Think for us when you know that
‘they’ are parading unabashedly in the streets
With nothing to lose,
After a child’s play confinement-
Where we bury our heads in fear.
Make a change, father
As I ‘am even scared
To turn off the lights tonight.