O! Farzana

O! Farzana: the daughter of Eve,
You were alone to be stoned,
The stoners were twenty five,
They held in their hands the pieces of bricks,
Threw them from all sides around,
They hit your heart and the head,
Targeted your chest, ribs, legs and feet,
Blood sloshed as water trickles from the founts,
You cried but no one listened to your shrieks.

O! Farzana: the daughter of Eve,
You were stoned for the sin
That you followed the voice of heart,
No divine book allows the deed,
No religion impedes making the choice of heart,
We all do but misinterpret the contents
In the colouring of our own intents and ego,
In the light of false faulty visions.

O! Farzana: the daughter of Eve,
The stoning was performed in the lawn,
In front of the Court of Justice,
The police remained silent observer,
The Prime Minister called it "Unacceptable",
The Supreme Court too came into action,
The nation lamented, repented
The delicate hearts wept shedding tears of blood,
But all in vain, we could do naught good to you,
The pang you suffered from at each stroke,
Was not on account of your destiny,
But the effect of feeble laws for they are made
For the weak; the strong enjoy immunity.

O! Farzana: the daughter of Eve,
For how many times you were stoned,
For how many times you were slaughtered
At the altars of gods, to invoke them for the waters of Nile,
For how many times your face was singed,
For how many times you were buried alive,
For how many times you were encaged,
For how many times you were burnt alive
On the piled wood to observe the traditions,
For how many times you were married to the Holy Book.

O! Farzana: the daughter of Eve,
You were stoned; it was not your fault,
It is because we still live in the Age of Stone,
Where Brutality and Cupidity, the twin sisters rule,
And Innocence suffers
Bleeding, crying and lamenting,
On the fate of mother, sister and daughter,
And Justice ever remains the silent spectator.

by Muhammad Shanazar

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