Poor Ruhani

Poor Ruhani long poem

Photo by Keoni Cabral


She was a normal girl with dreams and ambitions,
Used to find happiness in God’s every creation,
She was happily living with her small family,
Never she had thought of being a part of such tragedy….

Suddenly she got missing from her house one day,
her parents looked for her in every corner, every bay,
after hours of searching they finally found her,
Sadly she was raped and thrown in a corner….

She along with her family went in a deep shock,
In the monsoons she was like a featherless peacock,
now she wasn’t send anywhere alone,
the smile, the naughtiness had all long gone…..

days passed by and she was still depressed,
Her happiness button needed to be pressed,
she started staying alone and lonely,
how could she forget the way she was treated inhumanly……

5 years later she was found missing again,
her family again went to a deep shock and pain,
they looked at every possible place they could,
finally they went to the cops, which they should….

Investigation started and there was no sign of her ,
Cops could understand the pain her family had to bear,
finding her quickly was their first priority,
and then the seach began in every corner of the city….

From a nearby hospital they recieved an unusual information,
which disturbed the cops and parents were sent a summon,
at the age of 16 Ruhani was very active sexually,
which couldn’t be possible as she wasn’t send alone even occasionally ..

now the cops investigated the family strictly,
the father and the brother behaved casually,
after interrogating them individually,
Mother broke down and revealed everything shockingly…

Five years ago when Ruhani had run away,
she was like a doll made of clay,
she was raped by her very own father,
Her brother insstead of stopping him joined him rather…..

Cops faced a truth shocking and which they didn’t expect,
but they were unaware of one more fact,
Ruhani was no more,she was dead,
her father buried her in the backyard with her bed….

15th of july 2015 was last she was seen,
poor little girl what she would have been,
the dreams the ambitions all long gone,
Little Ruhani waved goodbye as the noon does after dawn….

Poor Ruhani

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