Our honour was saved

I am the nanhi kali violated...

Fatima Majeed November 30, 2014
I am a woman,

But you could give me any name.

 

I am Bhavna;

They named me desire.

How ironic!

Small desires I had,

Sipping some wine and

Seeing a beach.

My love became my bane

My rebellion, my curse.

I challenged their honour

So, something had to be done.

They strangled my wishes

And cremated my dreams.

 

I am Farzana;

I carved a life

And fought for it.

They pelted my choice,

They battered my soul,

Their honour survived

But my baby died.

 

I am the letter peeping through brackets;

Reported often in the news,

Shrouded in sheenmeemkaaf,

My story ensues.

 

I am the nanhi kali violated;

They talk about in the news,

My name is hushed,

My identity draped,

But we must thank our lucky stars,

Our honour is saved.
WRITTEN BY:
Fatima Majeed An avid reader, freelance writer and home-maker.
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