Just Thirteen

A girl full of life
Just thirteen,
Didn't even know, life is uncertain
Neither lust nor any thirst, she knew about
But she was destiny's favorite child
Death is there to hold everyone
Deaf or stone heart surely a ravisher, she encountered once
Then she was unable to bounce

Her wishes to fly as a beautiful butterfly
Helpless were her wailing and tears in the eye
Ended identifying what was that?
Her lust-less leg couldn't combat
Before she breathed her final breath
Did she demand death?

Death is not deaf, and destroyer but softer than those hands of ravisher, I believe
She was taken swiftly before ravisher set her free finishing what it wanted to achieve.

(Dedicated to the victim who was raped and killed: Nirmala Panta)
( Picture Source: Freedom online)

27 July 2018