Zainab The Raped Girl

The innocent girl who has gone some where I know she will not stay there too long Whenever a poem will be written on her She'll disguise herself as a bud to sing a song. She will not come back from her grave But she will continue her incomplete dreams Her soul will come out from her heart From the mountains she'll fall as streams She will grow in a river dancing and flowing Snatching back her virginity from the bastard No signs of rape will remain on her body Leaving behind the dirt of rape in a grave yard And the bastard who was hanged yesterday Will be buried in the dirt of his raping girls The mere chit of a girl shall rise as clouds From eternal sea the fairy of shining pearls She'll fall as rains, the cause of delicate blooms Shall see a pink and white virgin in in the showers The bastard will cry but she will smile and smile She'll bloom again and again in virgin flowers.