By Rimli Bhattacharya
The world screams, “Me too”,
How about “A child too”?
A little girl of eight is raped.
We can hear the cries of the mother.
But she is just another Kashmiri –
I am a woman, I am a mother.
In my sleep, I look at my daughter.
She sleeps peacefully.
So did Asifa when they drugged her with the pills.
They stripped her.
Their erect manhood cut open her undeveloped vagina.
I write for Asifa,
I hold a pen,
As my daughter sleeps beside me.
I am unsafe; so is my daughter.
Asifa wasn’t safe either.
Her abbu could not save her
Nor her ammi.
I am dead today.
So is the humanity.
Rimli Bhattacharya completed Mechanical Engineering from National Institute of Technology. After obtaining an MBA, she worked in the corporate sector. Rimli is a trained Indian classical dancer, based out of Mumbai, India. She tweets at: @rimli76
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