#Asifa

No ! it wasn’t her fault,
Nor it can be called her fate
Then what made the God
To make that date.

An innocent budding flower
Had her face full of scars
Her milk teeth were yet to fall out
Who knew that she would be knocked out.

May her soul rest in peace
And her accused be grant no plea
For she was one of all such victims
Whose cases are passed to shattered inns.