I was in her tummy
When they took her back
They said 'abducted', 'raped', 'returned'
That is all they know.
What they cannot possibly know
And refuse adamantly to know
Were her tears, that soaked the moon every midnight.
They never asked her
Never, not even once
If happiness resides, here or there.
If she loved me, or wanted me.
What I was to her, parasite or paradise?
Nobody seemed to bother asking
They deemed her will unneeded.
Just like they deemed my little existence unwanted.
The only thing of worth to them were certain words.
Words, sadly loaded with violence.
Words such as
'Muslim' 'Hindu' 'Indian' 'Pakistani' 'Woman' 'Man'.
She would sing to me
Songs of different tongues
Every night, long ago
And then suddenly, recently all I could hear were uttered sobs and apologies.
They called her 'precious' they called her 'slut'
They wanted her back, but not in their own homes.
They needed her back, but sans my presence.
I was her blood her body her soul
But they wanted me out on the road.
They called me 'horror' 'dishonour' 'unwanted' 'mere worm' 'Muslim bastard'
But she called me 'precious' 'my baby' 'my darling' 'my life'.
They needed her back for pride
But not with her burden from the border.
So she cried. So she apologized
And
Ran a knife through my barely beating heart
And
Through her already worn out one.
She chose, she chose in a world sans choice
To let me go
And
To follow me, too.
So together we dwell
In the depths of a dark, dark world
Neither here nor there
But somewhere safe, somewhere unknown.
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