Sameera Rashid

Rookie (Lahore)

Hear Me - Poem by Sameera Rashid

That day you didn't hear,
My stilled screams,
Echoing on a chilly dark night.

My pleas of mercy,
In the corners of a moving bus,
The clank of iron,
Ravaging the insides of my body.

And my shudders of pain,
On an icy, black roadside.
You appeared deaf to all.

As you failed to hear me
That day,
At least speak for me now.

Say loudly:
"I am the pro-creator,
Of the human race,
And not an object of lust,
Lechery,
And a plaything."

Utter empathetically:
"I am the nurturer,
Of mankind,
And not an object of derision,
Contempt,
And mindless violence.

The procreator, the nurturer,
Is the Creator's agent,
Who men cannot beat into submission,
Molest on baser instincts,
As it portents the death,
Moral conscience and sanity,
Of the human race."

Published in Express Tribune blogs on 2 January,2013


Poet's Notes about The Poem

On death of Nirbhay Damini. She speaks from heaven.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 3, 2013



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