She

Hello everyone, this is Mohammad Yusuf. I am back with a new post. This time a poem. My next post was a case study on brand power but its not ready yet. So, I am back with a poem which I wrote yesterday. The topic of this poem was suggested by one of my friend. I was in no mood to write this poem but he insisted me to write this. This poem is in form of Ballard and based on a very beautiful topic. Actually I have tried to personify a beautiful quality which is missing now. Hope you will love this. This poem is for the Humanity. So, here we go.

                                    She

Let me tell you a story, hope you are listening.

There was a girl very beautiful and charming,

Her face was as bright as sun and her soul was as calm as moon.

Her actions were humungous as mountains as she was boon to the world.

Her heart was as delicate as butterfly's wings,

On seeing people's agony she used to weep.

She was filled with generosity and kindness,

Which made her to be called as God's own child.

She was flying so high as dove as if she was ambassador of peace.

She made infinite efforts to save mankind and earth,

But in return she got nothing and was made subject to cruelty.

She pledged to work for the betterment of the society,

But she was tortured by those anti social cowards.

There were people fighting alone for their survival,

She tried to help them but was defeated by those corrupted officials.

People were dying due to deficiency of oxygen,

When she tried to seek help from the system,

She was sold in the market for their comforts by the respected politicians.

When she stood for the oppressed women and girls,

She was made silent because some bastards showed her their manhood.

There were innocent children who were deprived of good food and education,

She was helpless as everything was under control of capitalism.

She even begged for the survival of those homeless orphans,

But in return she was raped by those cruel 'educated' men.

When she tried to provide food to those starving labours,

In return she was stabbed by the government officials.

She taught the opressed ones how to earn a living,

But she paid back for this by getting burnt in public.

She witnessed many wars on this peaceful land of earth,

But she can't do anything because those wars were to prove who was supreme.

Once she was praying on a holy place,

In no time a bomb was dropped and destroyed that palce,

She weeped after seeing the corpses of those unarmed fellows who were talking to God,

Many children became orphans in few minutes 

and many families lost their heroes in a blink.

She stood there and watched the war between armed and unarmed forces,

One side has guns and grenades and the other has prayers to offer.

While she was watching the agony of those brave hearts,

Suddenly a bullet pierced through her chest and blown her heart,

The blood was oozing out from her body but 

she was more sad because she failed to safeguard this earth from this cruelty.

When she tried to stood up then suddenly one more bullet moved into her forehead,

That last bullet marked the end of that God's daughter.

She took all the pain and agony of this world inside her,

But unfortunately gave up her own life.

I still visit her grave and smile by seeing her generous name that was "Humanity".

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