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I cry for the girl being raped at the moment

The excruciating torment

That penetrates through her body

And breaks her self-dignity

I cry for the girl who luckily escaped

And is gasping for breath

Hot tears rolling down her cheeks

Fear and disgust feeling in heaps

I cry for the young son

Whom the doctor just told that no more is his beloved mum

Ahh, look at how he breaks into shrieks

And weeps and wailsand whimpers and sniffles

To break into shrieks yet again!

I sit and cry today

I cry for the lover

Who flew high in love

Whether drunk or sober

And who had thought it would never be over,

But, alas! Alas!

I cry

I cry for the little child

Who watches his parentsfight each other wild

And who frantically wishes they allied

I cry today

For the young daughter

Who slaughters her dreams and tosses away her wishes

Because that’s what her parents taught her for being a girl in rural Nepal

I cry for the innocent man put under lock and key

For the crime he didn’t commit

And is waiting desperatelyto be freed

Ahh, the desperation he feels to breathe!

I cry for the elderly lady

Whose fading vision

Waits for a glimpse of her son

But hey, death is due sooner!

I cry today

For the rivers of tears curving ways through cheeks

And forests of fear galloping upon little meek-s

I cry, I sit and cry today!