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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
Sad movies to watch because you need a good cry.
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!