BARKAT
-Divya Jain
Twinkling eyes, that tiny smile
Tiny hands, holding my fingers tight
Her giggles were like those bells that chimed
While we prayed, and while we rejoiced
Our ray of sunshine, she was hope incarnated
We called her ‘Barkat’ – our guiding light
She sure did live up to her name
Filling our lives with laughter and joy
Fond memories and happiness in abundance,
Our tiny little girl, an angel in disguise
Then one fine day, they snatched her away
Took her to the monstrous lords
Our blessing, our baby, became now a mere doll
To be played with, and thrown around
To be dressed up, for those hungry hounds
Alas, the laughter faded away
The tinkling giggles, the happy chimes
It all died; vanished – like her soul
Her body too, gave up after a while
Our little Barkat, now a mere case file
Barkat- prosperity, abundance and good fortune
Barkat- tortured, used, a great political tool
Once god’s blessing, now devil’s play
My dear child, now rests in a land far away
We fight for her, for justice, against those heinous crimes
We mourn for her, for humanity, for our poor lost child!
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