Flowers of the Moon!

 Hello everyone, I am back after a very long time. I hope you all are healthy and doing well. I am back after a year with a very special poem. Right now our country is going through tough time. Women's safety is being questioned in our country. Girls are not feeling safe to work and study. Everyday we are hearing new cases of rapes and molestation. The question arises where are we lacking, why we are failing as humans? Why there is such cheap mentality in our society. There are so many questions but no one has answers. Only the rape victims and their families know what they go through. Humans have turned into monsters. 

In this poem I have tried to bring out some major problems in our society. This poem is very special for me. It is part of my most ambitious project on story telling which is titled as 'Kahaani'. So this poem was part of my project 'Kahaani'. I am uploading this now because our society need this. Everyone need to listen this story. This is the story of every rape victim, this is the story of every family who has suffered in past few years. This is for the society, this is for the humanity.

                          "Flowers of the Moon"

They say every life begins in ovaries,

These ovaries are owned by Almighty’ purest and most beautiful creation,

So is it not necessary to safeguard them like a battalion safeguards a queen?

But, why is there a need to safeguard them in real life if they are considered queens and fairies in books and fantasies?

Are there any cautions or are we turning demons for them?

Well we should ask a girl who was walking down the road alone,

The only mistake she made, she had a vagina to give birth and breasts to feed,

She felt a touch on her back slowly going down on her butts.

She was silent right there but there was a war inside,

She then shouted for help, all she got was ignorance and few tags.

He dragged her to the bush, hands on her mouth,

Crushing her vocal cords and breaking few bones,

He unzipped his pants and put his burden on her,

Mercilessly against her will, quenching his devilish desires.

He stretched his evil arms, touching all her untouchables,

Prancing over her undefiled, he stole her precious treasure.

She felt severe pain and kept screaming and crying in agony,

And that shameless man was smiling with satisfaction.

He abandoned her helplessly, with her vagina filled with glass, abdomen torn apart, scratches and bruises on hands,

She whispered slowly for a sip of water, all she got was semen all over her body.

She tried to fight back and stand up again,

She could not get up, that poor girl didn't know she was tortured for hours and now it's very late because she was already dead.

I think we got few answers, we are men we are usually not satisfied with less,

We need more answers to believe there is cancer in few people's mentality.

A young girl as delicate as flower was coming from her college,

She was raped, they treated her like garbage,

They scratched her and threw her on the streets,

When people saw her, they were like, “why was she wearing a short skirt, why her cleavage was visible?”

Few men said, “look her figure, that colour of her bra, aren't her thighs thick” and they laughed.

For a second they turned into monsters they forgot they were mocking a dead body.

Rapists touched every part of her, every part so violently that it tormented when she breathed.

Stil her virginity was questioned while she was struggling to survive,

Her character and curves were doubted when they made her more dead than alive.

She said it hurted her and all she wanted was justice in front of her eyes.

They said it was because of her mini skirt that showed her thighs,

Then why does it happen with a few months old child?

They say real men dont rape, but where were those million voices when those rapists escaped?

Just try to listen to every rape victim's silence,

They are screaming inside, don't let the law become lawless and don't let the justice to be left behind.

They cried for nirbhaya, asifa and damini and said there won't be anymore again,

Despite protest rage for women safety,

Violent haunting on women takes place enormously.

After a temporary awareness, we see large scale rape victims ranging from toddlers to grannies.

We are Indians, we love varieties,

We see varieties in rape victims too,

Someday a toddler get raped by her caretaker,

And other day a motherly lady is raped by someone’s son.

Someday a old lady is raped by her servant,

And other day a college student is raped by her best friend.

A cute little girl plays with her braided hair like a feather from heaven,

But those men of destruction break each one of them like a broken guitar.

A pretty lady gets ready and dreams of herself as princess waiting for a prince,

In return she gets a demon who burns her eyes so that she could never dream.

People are often betrayed by a person close to them,

Women are also betrayed by few women who degrade them.

They sell their body on social media for fame and engagements,

They promote pornography and play victim cards for safe game.

We come from a great culture which teaches us to preserve our precious things,

But these female influencers are showing their private parts in the name of nudity and paid service.

No religion teaches us raping or disrespecting women,

This mentality comes from the toxicity which infused in the youth and society,

People are consuming objectionable content without any filter and hesitation,

Children are getting access to the things they are not supposed to,

And we wonder how we failed as humans.

Corrupt system also act as a catalyst to the injustice,

What can we expect if we choose criminals and anti peace people as representative in the parliament.

We are failing as a human, we are failing as a social beings,

Our democracy is no more a democracy, they are getting votes on the name of religion,

And the judicial system is like a handicapped soldier on a wheelchair.

If there is need to spread awareness about women safety,

Surely we failed as humans because women are finest creation of Almighty in every religion’s referring.

They make this earth a beautiful place to live, they are called flowers of the earth,

But this society don't deserve them anymore they

 don't belong to us any more,

Maybe they were always ‘Flowers of the Moon.’

                       A poem by - Mohammad Yusuf 

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