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Hira Ahsan


Child Abuse


Must repent thee
careless gardeners,
who sowed their coward seed..

Blossomed from it,
an innocent flower
No arrogance, ignorance
was habit of thee..

Approaching spring
enlightened thy charm,
But,
Sheltering there was
no arm..

Lustful moths and eager bees
took for granted,
Sucked the nectar
of the old enchanting..

O Holy Lord!
I beg n pray!
Iron bars of moans and pains,
Must stick thine magnetic hearts..

Beast-like elders.
who feel not the purity of flowers,
Must be forbidden to see the spring! !

Submitted: Friday, February 21, 2014

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It is a protest against child abuse from the heart of a girl living in such feelingless world.Specially, now a days abusers arise from the family and to hear such distressed incidents, it really hurts..I wish 'ALL' such 'CURSED BEINGS' must suffer much more than the abused innocent flowers.

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  • Akhtar Jawad (4/14/2014 11:22:00 AM)

    Religion is the strongest device of social control bust most of us are not sincere to their belief. We should be taught..... Adl-o-Insaf Qyamat hi pe mauqoof nahin.....Zindagi khud bhi gunahon ki saza deti hay. Its my personal experience that what ever I did, whether good or bad, was returned to me at a latter stage.
    Good feel, good poem. (Report) Reply

  • Hira Ahsan (3/6/2014 10:42:00 AM)

    u r very true Hira...the evil has spread rapidly in our society.Thanks for the admiration. (Report) Reply

  • Hira Akhtar (3/1/2014 11:12:00 PM)

    that really hurts: (
    you've expresses your feelings in a very beautiful way..and you know every mother is worried sick sending thier children to school and keeps praying for them untill they come back home safe and soud....
    Welll i liked your poem :) (Report) Reply

  • Hira Ahsan (2/22/2014 4:39:00 AM)

    we all can just protest but can't condemn them to death.Thanks Ma'am Shahzia for giving your attention. (Report) Reply

  • Hira Ahsan (2/22/2014 4:34:00 AM)

    this evil destroys the self-esteem of young children.I feel sorry for them.Thanks for your comment Payal. (Report) Reply

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