Never raised question
at your bright soft gentle face,
Knew, you came from
the beautiful gracious Koshur race.

Seeing your bruises
I stunned and surprised,
Asked whether it is true
I Doubted and tried.

Who left you these bruises?
No, these are wounds, you sighed.
Given by your country men,
You said with averting smile.

I nodded my head and denied.
Took it, I, lightly,
Touched them hard, said you lied.
Didn’t you utter anything,
You looked at me cried.

I pressed it further,
You didn’t move thither.
Scratched to bleed,
You silently screamed.
Unknowingly, in you, I sown ,
the Painful seed.

Unmindfully I asked to forget those sore marks,
forgive the oppressor and give them chance.
Shamelessly I asked to reconcile
It’s absurd you cried and went in trance.

I asked, your forgiveness
Didn’t give it, your feet raced.
Forget it I told,
You turned away your gaze.
With tears and broken heart,
You fazed.

I didn’t give you wound,
But yes unconscious pain.
Nor I oppressed you,
Only showered praiseworthy rain.

Let me soothe your wounding fight,
Let me stand for your birth right.
Drenched in guilt, I am standing,
for you to come, am waiting.
with the hope, to you embrace me again,
to forgive and remove the blood of your wound
which I got in my rough hands…….

- A human who behaved inhumanely.