By Afza Kulsum
She.
An experienced witness,
The cultured maiden.
The wrinkled shell,
The grey-browed smirk.
Infertility and widow wight,
The no child fear crept her might.
Her sister’s son, she kept in sight,
Adoption was her only plight.
The best school and freedom,
Soft giggles to loud guffaw
A little scratch, and salty tears
His night life was her twinge.
And then one day.
He was again breastfed.
Milk when he was one and
Blood when he was 27.
Satan within the demon.
She-the old maiden,
Giggles to queals,
87 year old fresh flesh,
Now-the minced meat.
She.
The officer.
Burns the bridges,
Vicious to the prey,
Sharp as a tack.
The coconut husk personality ,
Valor in the city
Her shrewd and firm ability,
Criminals? The fish in her strategy.
Her station, her pride,
DGP-she always strives for more,
Her sleepless nights she doesn’t care,
Family, insomnia and justice, that’s her life.
Her assistant-the most trusted acquaintance,
Serving tea to solving cases,
He’s been there, at her feet,
Crime? What’s that-he would say?
Oh! The only fish in the net,
Who knew he would play the bait,
Crime? Monster like teeth marks and her skin ripped apart
Now what would he say?
Satan within the demon.
The police officer- the honorable maiden,
Work to death,
45 year old fresh flesh,
Now-the minced meat.
She.
The fluffy, lively, sweet girl.
The glowing skin and the pink flushed cheeks,
The deep dimples and wavy golden hair,
The Rizzvathy of her college- Parvathy with rizz.
Shortage in attendance
But in culturals , she had no repentance.
College fests and fun always had her presence,
Assignments were her cough syrup and class never felt her absence.
Student Council, Fashion Team, and Event Coordinator,
She looks like she could kill but is a cinnamon roll,
She’s the popular headgirl,
With zero haters and a fun crowd around.
One hater sneaked through the crowd,
Had her waiting until the class walked out,
He caressed her neck and back and thighs,
He wet her across her body-he, the Student Council Staff Coordinator.
Satan within the demon.
The college maiden,
The Student-Teacher Rapport,
21 year old fresh flesh,
Now- the minced meat.
She.
The little hands , the kawaii one,
The broken chatter,
The spring-like sprints,
The ABCs and the 123s,
The joy for an eternity.
Her tantrums and cries,
Her doll-like eyes,
Like every toddler she tries,
Her parents just try to be wise.
Working parents, they just have no time,
Her grandfather, her dear friend,
Her toys, her colours, her books,
Only belong to him and her.
That day returns home in pain,
She cries at shower and stays mum.
“What’s wrong baby?” asks her mum,
She’s rushed to the hospital when blood runs.
Satan within the demon.
The little toddler,
The evil grandfather,
6 year old fresh flesh,
Now- the minced meat.