Ayushman Singh Jamwal
The union of two souls I thought,
A home for new life and love, I always sought,
Hoping for happiness, was I naïve?
He said it was God’s decree, he could abandon me and leave,
Discarded, forgotten, a shroud of shame they wrap around me.
Do you think the Prophet would grieve?
Is anger my right, or is it blasphemy?
I learned compassion from God, never such savagery,
My child looks for his father,
With his small hands, he wipes my tears, wondering why I weep,
I teach him my faith, but I fear what a man he will be.
Do you think the Prophet would grieve?
How could he have such control on my life?
Why am I just a man’s wife?
Where is my aspiration, my wings, my shield?
Was marriage all I was raised for, to go to an alien home and yield?
I have been blind, my faith could not elevate me.
Do you think the Prophet would grieve?
My justice is now in the hands of imposters,
Long beards and hearts meagre, they’re no less than monsters,
They twist God’s intentions, and make the faithful cower,
But I didn’t even bother picking up the divine book, I gave them this power,
Greed, misogyny and apathy, wrapped in holy tapestry.
Do you think the Prophet would grieve?
There is no real sanctuary for me,
There is a roof, but not a home to live free,
Faith wielded by the unkind, yet my apathy too is my bane,
The world may hope for me, but I will just be another number, another name,
No salvation from the God I love, I decay painfully.
Do you think the Prophet would grieve?
