A haunting...

Poem by: Rehmat Tanzila

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In reminiscence of a seven-years-old girl raped

Treading through the wet woods, her foot slipped

The spine-chilling thought of solitude from her soul did trip!

And the moment she lost her footing was hushed, quiet and calm

Her eyes got cemented to her forehead sensing that fiend’s palm!

He sealed her tongue with his creepy sinuous hands

Downtrodden, demoralized she felt when he called his gang and bands!

Endless effort from her side could do nothing of those unceasing wills

Then was the time, she failed to recall the Humanity’s songs and all the trills!

Fighting to have the foothold, her heels ached and she cried her soul out

Then was the time, to be a part of ‘humankind’ sprang up the doubts!

Lagging, combating, falling behind and hanging back

set was so dark and black!

A flood of tears dampened her butter-soft cheeks

She was seven-years-old, give or take a few weeks!

Throwing that tiny little, sinless flower wilted in the pile of trash- the waste

Could that be the dream-bed she was supposed to be placed?

Secured? She would never feel, not in this world for sure

But yes, being a magnetism of attraction and charismatic allure!

Benevolence is beyond doubt the prevalent wanting

Or else on Earth, you’ll see engraved ‘A haunting…!’

Submitted: April 24, 2018

Mystery and Crime child-rape

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LeParadisNoirPoetique

Events like this are the most harrowing to read about, and in my eyes is the cruelest act anyone could do. It makes you believe that being a part of humankind is the biggest sin, because being part of a species that would do this makes me personally want to leave humankind, because it is not beautiful. The fear and emotions of this seven year old girl you write about are real life, and it is more haunting than anything because she is at the age most defenceless. At her age of childhood, she should not know about the bad things of humankind, she should be a soul who is free, and see the beautiful parts of the world through her eyes. I don't think you could write a more realistic poem, because she is a victim, and you write about her fear and the things that will happen to her. I especially love the last sentence, because it teases that her gravestone is the last thing you will ever see about this seven year old girl, and that is one of the most haunting things ever to see. We need to protect all children from a fate like this, and I hope one day we all can. This is haunting Rehmat, so dark yet it's real life. Your words to show her fear are excellent, and your rhyming is powerful. An excellent poem, and one that will stay with me for days.

Tue, April 24th, 2018 3:59pm