Asifa, we beseech you
Do not fade away
Make us drink our tears
Let our ears ring with your screams
May our senses imbibe your pain
Our beings tremble with your terror
Maybe, just maybe
That will rouse dead souls
Maybe, just maybe
That will penetrate stupor
So that we pick up
Blood stained stons
That bludgeoned you
To hurl them back
To make you the new Sati
To begin a new dance
Our own Tandava.
Asifa, it was your age
To play with dolls
To run and skip
To imbibe the world;
They turned you into a rag doll
Grabbed and kicked
Your blood they spilled
To fulfill filthy aims:
Your screams mingled
With their chants
O may this give birth
To voices filled with rage
Asifa, dont't fade away
Stay behind, show us the way.
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