Cry Of The Crushed Soul! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Whom should I accuse now?
Will my screams reach them?
Is there any real human?
Where is the law minister?
Where's the ministry of religious affairs?
Is there any voice for minority rights?
Feminists, are you there?
And where are the humanists?
I don't seem to find any Quranic followers here
Gita, Qur'an and Bible have gone undone
Why does everyone here turn his face away?
Why do they go deaf all the way?
Is my life less than their daughters?
What if their daughters go through the same?
Where is the guiding media?
Where are the truth tellers?
DGs won't tweet in my favor?
Rape has perhaps become a culture here
I'm a poor girl
Sin is I'm a Hindu girl from Sindh
To fellow countrymen, I'm a godless creature
I won't matter to them much
They'll enjoy eids, they've Islam to work on
I've been tested over and again
At this stage, I've been too tired
Torn to my heart, torn to every tissue
Ignore me like previous stories
Mark me as a mundane headline
I won't ask for any law and any inept order
I'll be buried in my own skin
I shall go silent someday!