The hullabalooA Poem by Sanya Darakhshan Kishwar
What is this mayhem
What is this hullabaloo She was safe inside my home Deep inside mother's womb A sudden light broke my sleep She was taken out, made to weep What is this mayhem What is this hullabaloo She was safe in her home She was happy there Then, she was made to leave The home where she grew, the place which she knew Sent to a strange, new place People call it her new home She struggles to make new relations But she forgot, blood relations are always true Not so true is the new home What is this mayhem What is this hullabaloo She cries wildly out of pain] A new life is to come For she is also one Her family rejects to own The third time she is refused to be called A grandchild, a princess What is this mayhem What is this hullabaloo She is laid on the pyre Her body speaks of the wounds Her soul had retained Her clothes all glittery Still a tear on her dead cheek shines brighter than them!
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