The familiar sky became unaware
Twinkling stars are kept in the air
Necessary talks became unnecessary memories
God knows who call them stories
The colour of your love still remains the same
Just like an unplayed game

He felt there is a beauty inside me
Every morning before the sun rise
Silently
He came
To see
To touch
To feel
To gather all the happiness from me
He catches my breath towards his heart
He made me smile even more beautifully
He added something to my appearance
And wonder reminding you of pure and utter perfection.

This is the end of her story


A girl who is barely of the age of seven
Had to face this ****
Tortured marks on her face
And her crushed tongue
Proves an inhuman nature of those ****** people

Let the god gives peace to her soul
And at least an order of shame to that kidnaper, ******, murderer, and what not...
For the harassment of a lovely daughter


In this age..
In this age..
When she doesn't even know what a ****** stands for
She struggled her last days in his bare hands, demanding mercy for her own self

Humanity cried, the day when she got ***** and killed

Where are the local lawmakers?
Who doesn't even know what their own law sense for them.
Where are the Police Force?
Are they still chilling in their apartments
And waiting for an order to execute their plan
Did everyone fall asleep when this little girl got dumped into the garbage pile.

This was the end 
Of Zanaib's Story 
Which started with Unknown cases and 
End with a Candle march glory..

Can give 100's of satisfaction
For lightening the life.

Can give 100's of hopes
For moving away from the darkness.

Can give 100's Of proof
For achieving a brighter way.

Can give 100's of illuminance
For maintaining the self build perspective.

Poured oil in diya is enough to complete the life.