By Liyana
‘Who’s being cremated here’ you ask?
This for me is too heavy a task.
Her fate made her victim of murder
Why the group of men did it, you ponder?
Oh! A person greatly talented she was
And she did cry out loud to the cars
While lying on the roadside, almost naked
Oh no! Good minds are just faked.
She was thrown out of a moving bus.
What is she? A property to cuss?
Lord! A loss of life, a loss of child
Loss of several lives, the world is wild.
The killers must be killed you say?
Oh no, more lives will have to pay.
They have with them, officials power
And act dirty under their cover
So should you be asking ‘Who’ is cremated?
Oh never mind! Humanity is molested.
‘And who is this’ you want to know?
I heard the story and screamed ‘NO’
This small boy was drowned in the deep river
His uncle did it! Just hearing makes you shiver
What made him do it!? Of course his greed
I wonder if he is of human breed
He did it for money. Money makes people mad
But his dirty act made a whole family sad
The thoughts about his caring father
The feedings of his loving mother
Inside him, while drowning deep
Oh Just the thought makes me weep.
So Mr! Don’t ask Who is being cremated
Instead ask What is being cremated
For it is the humanity, it is love’s core
It is the justice we all wish for
It is the responsibilities of our authorities
It is the common courtesy and sensibilities
It is the common sense and thinking power
That is being cremated. The ashes are sombre
Qualities of a Common man. They’re all dead
And now buried deep under the mud.
By Liyana
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