After all the prosecutions
And solid proofs
The judge advised her
“be a good wife of him.”

I can see a lot of faces
Here, there and everywhere.
I can hear their voices
From the swat valley,
Beyond Kathua,
And now,
On the road of Madeena town.

She is here..
Stands like a wooden piece
Without emotions
Without identity
Without hope
Without life

Her last day..
Roaming like a wild bird,
On the way to her home.
As a bolt out of the blue,
Some were picked up
To the dark of a car

She remembered..
There were two men
as his companions
And a gun to scare us.
He fired three shots into the sky
The street got stuck for a minute.
silence.

She counted her fingers..
Thumb, the abducted
Index finger, the raped
Middle finger, the loss of identity
Ring finger, the married
And pinky, the exploited.

Passed by hours..
At the court of lahore.
After all the prosecutions
And solid proofs
The judge advised her
“be a good wife of him.”
The lawyer stated on verdict
“Unbelievable “

Now i can hear only the silence
Her silence, their silence
From the road,
From the car,
From the court,
Here, there and everywhere..

Cover Illustration by Niyati Bane

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Kavya N

കോട്ടയം സ്വദേശി. സി.എം.എസ്സ് കോളേജില്‍ നിന്നും ഇംഗ്ലീഷ് സാഹിത്യത്തില്‍ ബിരുദവും, പോണ്ടിച്ചേരി യൂണിവേഴ്സിറ്റിയില്‍ നിന്നു ബിരുദാനന്തര ബിരുദവും പൂര്‍ത്തിയാക്കി. സാഹിത്യത്തിലും അക്കാഡമിക്സിലും ഉള്ള താല്പര്യം തുടരുന്നു.

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