snatching her soul
from the folds of
her veil her face
deathly pale .her
wretched body frail
her inner screams
her inhuman wails
her god sees her
from afar watches
her in her worldly
jail when the namaz
gets over she will
beg from this bastion
male ..who will rush
home the qurbani to
be done friends to
be regaled - through
the words of my poem
a moment set sails
Nobody is bothered about the fallen Muslim woman a common sight ever Eid after Namaz .. a wall she must scale
the story of a Muslim woman her hope derailed .. to her fate
hung crucified nailed .
Being a minority unlike the Parsi or the Jain the Muslim woman betrayed slaughter like the goat on a large scale
