No, I am not blind,
I can see you,
tear apart the scarf, from her head,
the bangles broken, laying on the floor,
I can see your hands, reaching her ripe bosom,
the lust in your eyes is visible to me.
I can see the smile on your face, from the disgusting pride you carry,
Until some pellet will hit me,
and I will cease to see further,
but I will still be able to hear,
the sound of bangles falling upon the floor, your laugh
and further more,
the stories of my fellows; seen with their eyes until every last one of them is hit
with your pellets.
And then if nobody is left
to hear or see,
our ghosts will fight,
for our Azadi(freedom).
(The views expressed are poet’s own)
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