The fire that dimmed the night after

Third night in a row , I couldn't sleep ! It's 4 in the morning and all I can do is try . But , every time I close my eyes it's like I can see that fire burning right in front of my eyes . The smell of burning hair and the tiring torture she must have endured before leaving this world.

I want to scream , I want her to know that not all human beings are as shameless or heinous as they were. I want to scream my heart out to the girl burning up in flames out there in a pile of junk , her family being denied to say goodbye ! I want a lot of things but the most I wanted her to know is that the God up there is watching .

Tears roll down my eyes as I tremble , panting wrecklessly and the most discerning thing is that I know for a fact that's not how it's going to be . There's no God , there cannot be !

One after another , rape cases have been reported all over no matter whether the victim was young or old , deaf or blind. The world where now I don't want to bring another girl child .

I think now , of the times she fed , the times she combed her hands through her father's head ! The spark in her eyes , her caring smile , the way he tugged her away good night !

I think now , of times she laughed and played with him , of times she must have been to school , of times these men must have drooled .

I try with all my might to think "Okay, she's now in a better place" .A child with dreams , full of life ! A sister , daughter , a mother , a wife

Of lives she meant to be part , Of life she was thereof deprived

The thing is , how do 'You' go to sleep now ? Don't you feel the fear ? Don't you look at your little girl and see yourself there ?! Helpless , in front of the blind eye the men in power see us through ? The way she must have looked up to , the way you might be looking too. The system and the people, for all they could was share the news and get on with their busy life ! A belittle headline that most of us gulped down with a cup of tea speaking about how these men must be hanged , and all you want in this wide world is to take her in arms & let her rest.

This heckling starts at such young age , you're tought as a girl to sit and smile and clean and stage ! This heckling starts at a very young age when you swear an oath to keep her safe ! As a sister as a child she's kept in hold and kept in pride ...

For men own them , as a daughter or a bride.

For once I plead , just let her breathe ! Let her fly open in the sky !