Condolences : Hathras Horror

 I do not grieve you, my child. 

I know. I know, 

that the predators came devouring. 

The venomous sting,

of their gratified desires,

stained and soiled you. 

The vile shadows, 

purring with pleasure, 

prowl brazenly, 

in abysmally dark nights.

Savage, shameless scavengers

feasting on a vulnerable prey. Like you. 

Yes. We, the people,

will participate 

in the ensuing politics, 

voicing our opinions vehemently, 

on blaring platforms 

before a deaf and dumb audience. 

And then? 

One day the din will die down.

And you will be forgotten. 

Your existence, erased.

Your memories, sullied. 

Your pain, brutally mocked. 

But, the beasts!

They will still lurk. 

In the alleys, by lanes 

and many pathways. 

Waiting to strike again. 

To pounce on their lusts. 

So no. 

I do not grieve you my child.

Only this that may you rest 

in a blessed sanctified retreat.

Linking with Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge

Welfare unto all

Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗