Sadiqullah Khan


Fractured Violence - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The small girl was sold like a slave
The middle man cuddling her with a candy
The fat house wife suffered blues
From the riches in her neighbors
And those obese relations and friends
She felt terribly jealous of the free spirit
Of the small girl
She needed some one to look down upon
Whenever she would see her ugly face
And her bear belly
Her husband was a notable
Who would take his son
And to make him grow like himself
The small girl would share food
And chewed bones of the woman
With cats and dogs
Her smaller ego would get a boost
Her husband proud of her command
And one day in fog
In terrible cold
The fat woman ordered the small girl
To wash the floor
All bare
The small girl fell ill
Her nails were broken
Tortured
She screamed mother hundreds of times
In minus cold
She screamed blanket hundreds of times
Water
She just got an echo of her voice
From the cold walls
God like every one else was sleeping
At the time
And the nature watched
The moon and stars
She was murdered in the dark of the night
The husband and the fat woman
Had so many curses for her
The people
Did nothing
And the God was still sleeping

Written in the memory of Shazia Maseeh,12, a child worker in a house who was brutally murdered

26/1/2010
Islamabad

Topic(s) of this poem: love and art


Comments about Fractured Violence by Sadiqullah Khan

  • Elizabeth Padillo Olesen (11/17/2014 4:00:00 PM)


    Very sad story about violence against a young girl and jealousy in human heart. Thanks for sharing this story. Your writing makes the story known and our conscience is stirred. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/27/2010 12:34:00 AM)


    what heart wrenching write sadiq, there was a similar incident here in Bangalore, where the small child child who worked as a maid was tortured, oil poured on her back, she was made to work day n night without clothes......sad, very sad. a commendable write. (Report) Reply

  • (1/26/2010 3:55:00 AM)


    And with ths poem you have given her a name and a voice instead of her just being a statistic. Thanks Sadiq for people like you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 4, 2014


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