ADIEU ASIFA



Humanity failed......yet again! 

ADIEU ASIFA  

Like most girls
She must have had dreams 
In those big dreamy eyes
That at us now scream
Like most girls
She must have had wishes 
Maybe a purple kurta
And two cups with those dishes
Unlike most children
This one had duties 
She took horses grazing
Her brown and black beauties
But like most girls
This one too had trust 
That was ripped to shreds
By some demons of lust
Now she lives in our prayers
And God's loving arms
Where nothing can touch her
No monster can harm
But those grasslands and vales
Where her ponies still graze
Will surely miss a girl named Asifa
Who now sadly, will never age

                             - Priti Singh 

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