imagine

.

The fumes that rise all above,
Darkening everything all around.
The blaze spreading cold on rags,
With scattered voices clear everywhere.

There she stood glaring around,
Turning her face round to wandering crowd.
Hearing a distant sobbing sound,
Approaches a girl lost in the crowd.

On the sand stained in blood,
Arrows piked up all around the cuts.
Broken swords dripping blood,
She stared coldly on her loved ones lying on mud.

Lying decollated rested the bodies,
Flesh decorated on the sand.
Approached the men more in number,
Cutting in through the princesses wail.

Held the innocent on shackles,
Leading to a journey long and dismal.
Never bothered by the ailing men,
Always pushing it to endless pain.

Seized upon the veil mercilessly,
Desiccated they walked in sun.
With blurted vision, they tramp ahead,
Pelted by stones, got water flowing from everywhere.

They intimidated the royals every day,
Leading to the prison filled in grey.

Zainab Fatima.