I opened the newspaper on 19th April and read this article: http://www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/kidnapped-girl-found-brutalised/article4632313.ece It’s about a five year old girl who gets kidnapped, and is found in another floor of the same apartment a few days later:
Who knew that just another day of play
Outside your home would suddenly turn
Your entire small world upside down?
Is your mother questioning herself now
For letting you go out, naively thinking
That nothing could ever happen?
After all, it’s just people you see everyday
Around you, and anyway, you’re just five.
Who thought that you would be kidnapped
And found on another floor of the same building
A few days later? Your mother must have gone
Crazy, frantically searching for you, calling out your name,
Never realizing you would be found in the very same building.
You were found with your private parts injured
You were subjected to “irregular sex”, it seems
Somebody heard you wailing and found you
Had you been wailing for three continuous days?
Will you shed tears throughout your life now
Or will you be shocked into a cruel silence?
They operated you, and found a tear in your
Vagina and rectum. They found also
Three candles and an oil bottle inserted
Inside of you.
Little girl, I cannot ever imagine
What happened in that room
How much you cried, or the trauma you felt
But dear little girl, I cry for you,
Cry because you were too innocent
For this evil world that they
Had to take your innocence away
From you. But when I remember
That you were only five, and how you
Deserved to believe that the world
Is beautiful with a joy and innocence
That only children possess,
I can’t help but weep for you.