Discarded Toys

Today in my courtyard
The setting sun is a spear’s distance away.
The earth, like my heart, is brandished metal.
Snatching the soother from my baby daughter’s lips,
Some monster has given her all the world’s horror.
I had never waged battles against anybody
Then why was a Karbala re-enacted for me?
The court is in session and the judge is
Listening to everybody’s statement.
A beast stands in the place marked for the accused,
I have cut my breasts and fed them to this beast.
All of you good souls who offer me sympathy,
Give me but a hand full of words
So that my lips could utter a lullaby
To make this suckling infant
Wounded by the arrow of lust
Smile in her sleep once again.
When I kiss her
She screams in her sleep, gets up.
What hell has been unleashed on this innocent one
That even on her father’s chest, in her mother’s arms
She writhes like a chicken
With its neck sliced almost in half.
The counterfeit Cain of country’s law
Can it ever buy for me a toy
Which I can use to appease
My little daughter sleeping on the red-hot coals of pain.
God of mine, when I will come to face you
Holding my daughter’s discarded toys
And blood soaked under things,
Then tell me
To balance the scale of justice
What will you put on the other side?