Deliverance Poem by Tabraze Rasul

In Father’s arms, stilled she lies,
Mother agonizes, in sorrow she cries.
Her jewel, her love taken from them
No force on Earth can return her again.
The child now hushed in eternal sleep,
Life cruelly taken to angels to keep.
Skin now pallid, no blood in veins,
Hair brushed aside, with hand tear-stained.
This grief, a knife wedged in their souls,
Numbed from all, in both despair grows.
The sweet nectar of life she will not taste,
Spirit bequeathed in urgency and haste.
Snatched from the refuge of the womb,
And thrown to her bed the callous tomb.