REQUIEM FOR IMAN
By: Syed Abdallah Rizvi

The little child is fast asleep
No more feelings, emotions will she keep
In this callous world she had just stepped in
Her feeding mother was her only kith or kin.

The bullet came and pierced her through
As a heated knife cuts through butter
Of her future, the sleeping Iman had no clue
As the ravaging bullet shot through, nothing could she utter.

I was not throwing even a stone
I was not even wearing a gun
I was lying in my bed having some fun
Playing with my diaper, waiting for mum.

The gun toting beast has no emotions or a heart
Bullets he rains in infants like me
I am only 120 days old and I cannot flee
I am doomed to die in my cradle, the ultimate journey will I start.

I lay in my bed as the bullet came
I had never seen this toy nor known it’s name
I smiled and beckoned it to play
It came, saw and then I was slain.

She lied buried in her little grave
But a couple of questions she asked before her throttle
Why the bullet instead of my feeding bottle?
What was my crime for which a bullet you gave?

Mama, where are you?
I am alone in my grave
I wonder till how long your life you can save
More newborns, infants and mother will they sent to the grave.

 

 

 

This is written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.

It was sent by a medical doctor - Dr. Yeou Cheng Ma.