#JusticeforAshifa : The Voice Of Ashifa – A Poetry By Amit Pareek Dectating the Painful Truth
A girl was raped in Kethua, sorry
A musilm girl was raped in Kethua, after which politicians are giving it a face of Hindu Vs Muslim. What about that girl who was suffered and hang to death.
Who will call justice for her, people have blinded their faith with religion
Here my poetry that dectates the real pain of Ashifa:
The Voice Of Ashifa:
Mai ashifa,
Balatkar ki vo raat jab mai jhunji thi,
Na jaane kitni baar meri aawaj gunnji thi,
Kabhi chatti par, Toh kabhi jangh par,
Kabhi hatho kai bal, Toh kabhi paro par,
Har jagah se soch kar,
Har jagah se mujhe noch kar,
Mano vo inshan nahi, hevaan the,
Dil ki jagah, pathar tha,
Sayad vo sehtan the,
Mai chik ti, chila ti rahi,
Anshu ko poch kar, Mai Dard se karati Rahi,
Par afssos koi sun na paya,
Aur jisne suna usne yun kar dikhaya,
Mano zinda inshan nahi nahi, vo koi Laash hu,
Jiski sirf ankhein kholi,
Dimak Ganda aur saanse khraab ho,
Mai ashifa,
Kabhi jab akele mai baithti hu,
Toh uss khofnak manzar ko yaad kar behak ti hu,
Toh khayal aata hai,
Kya yeh murda tab bhi yun hi khamoosh rehta,
Jab mere jagah inki ankheon kai taare hote, Jo inko bahot pyaare hote,
Tab inhe ehsaas hota ki Murda ban dekhna kya hota hai,
Kisko aapki rooh se khelne dena kya hota hai,
Jism kai har hissa ko khurodna kya hota hai,
Dil nikal kar, rooh ko todna kya hota hai,
Mai ashifa,
Baki raate Badi shyani Lagi thi mujhe,
Toh sirf vo raat itni bhayanak ku,
Mano jism se koi rooh chinkar,
Kone mai baith, nooch raha ho yun,
Kya dil dehal utha,
Sun kar aankhein bhar aai,
Soch mera kya hua hoga,
Mujhe par toh yeh biiti hai mere bhai,
Ashq bhi mano sukh chuke the,
Ghav mera sarir se bhichad kar sine mai ghos chuke the,
Ab toh bas dard bacha tha,
Jo bahot takatvar tha,
Jo andar hi andar dahaed raha tha,
Jo unhe maut kai karib, lane ko
Pukar raha tha,
Mera har ashtitva bikhar chuka tha,
Mano yeh waqt thar chuka tha,
Meri hi chikh, gunjh Rahi thi mere kano Mai,
Soch Meri mano mai nigal chuki thi,
Ankhein meri ro ro kar phighal chuki thi,
Kya hoga ab, Kaise hoga sab? Har sawal mere jawabo ko khoj rahe the,
Mere sara sapne, Meri aatma kai sath roo rahe the,
Ha sayad so rahe the baki sab,
Par mere har lamhe apna wajood kho Rahe the,
Kahu bhi toh kya kahu,
bas vo khofnak manzar ankhon kai samne aata hai,
Aur fir mano zindagi mai andhera cha jata hai,
Har saans shem uth ti hai,
Har kosish meri chikh uth ti hai,
Maa – Papa jinko dekh kr, jinse gale lag kar Mai aaj yaha tak pahochi hu,
Mano aaj ek pal mai sab paraya sa lagta hai,
Unka ehsaas hi, mujhe mera saaya lagta hai,
Ab Mai unke karib jaane mai bhi ajib sa mehsoos Krti hu,
Ab mai khud se jyada unko kamzor samjhti hu,
Mai ashifa,
Mera har zikr, ab mujhe koshta hai,
Mano hasi toh bas kisi se udhar le rakhi ho,
Mujhe toh ab mera ashiyaan bhi,
Iss dard aur ashuoa kai karib lagta hai
Ho sakta hai, anshu sukh jaye,
Ho sakta hai, Sab bhul jaye,
Par yeh mera dil kaise bhulega,
Jab bhi sunega kisi ki chikh,
Sayad yeh fir dehal uthega,
Par Bas ab, bahot hua,
Na junjhna Meri tarah, koi aur,
Sahas se khud ko bhar dena,
Har chikh ko Dahad Mai badal dena,
Itna hasna ki chikh kahi dafan ho jaye,
Anshu barse dher sara,
Par vo anshu khushi Kai kehlaye.
Vo anshu khushi Kai kehlaye
Mai ashifa,
Aap Sab se insaaf mangti hu.
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