Nobody's Daughter

Nobody's Daughter

What lies there?

A shapeless shape or a formless form,

Tucked secluded I saw, lying on the platform.

Oh! It moved a bit, and stretched anew,

A human form it was, and I got the clue.

And as I closed, angst showed on the face,

Body of a girl, bereft of grace.

Thirteen maybe fourteen, she looked no more

Shifted uneasily, from experiences of yore.

Expecting me to fathom, as men had done,

Feel here and there, and have lusty fun.

She looked beyond years, though young, as I told,

Matured by the looks and the lust which they hold.

The doors for her opened, not out, but in,

Withdrawing into herself for committing a sin.

Ashamed, what she carried between her thighs,

Belonging to none, yet belonging of guys.

Her eyes met mine, as if asking a thing,

Was I window-shopping, or will I buy something.

As time ticked past, she grew more restless,

Was I here for something, or just for a fuss.

My hands moved down as I went for the purse,

Her broken lips curled, going for a curse.

A crispy note appeared so swift in my palm,

She glanced here and there and then became calm.

Her voice I heard, when she asked me, " Where?"

My mind was puzzled, as I fixed my stare.

" Daughter, take the money, go out, go and eat."

She sprang in no time, and was bang on her feet.

" Whose daughter I am, Whose father you are,

No relatives, no friends, not near, nor far.

Who gave you permission to call me as such,

When I am not asking, then why give me crutch.

And, I am not your daughter, and don't be my father,

I am not a beggar, I buy, not gather.

Buy if you want, but don't lay a claim,

You men look so different, but sound just the same.

In the glare of the day ,you talk like a sage,

In the dark you treat us, as if animals in a cage.

My body you can buy, the soul I won't sell,

Don't promise me the heavens, I'm comfortable in the hell."

It was then that I saw, her eyes dropped a tear,

Tried as I can, but my gaze couldn't steer.

I moved my hands softly, to comfort, and to say,

She stooped low and clear, and ran, ran away.

Her sobs hung around, as her form moved away,

Her cries said that all, what her words couldn't say.

I stood there motionless, have I done a wrong,

Why were there cries, when I tried for the song?

Emotions run amok, and I hardly could start,

Have I broken it more, her already shattered heart.

-MAKUSR