The Saviour and the Waif
The Saviour And The Waif
Waif like she lay, half-submerged in the receding flood
Nor heat nor sun she knew in sleep,
Woken from her age-long silence,
The stony bed happily her weight did endure,
As the nymph lay helpless in its arms.
A saviour saw this angelic waif and
Touched was his crumbling broken heart,
From terrorist camps had he been swept,
A companion he found in this cherubim form,
To safety he would return her if parents be found.
Rippled with fear her eyes did open,
Stammering for parents dear her tears did flow,
Aghast was her saviour to hear her tale,
Abducted was she four seasons ago,
Taught to pauper in this miles away land.
The saviour and waif silenced to the core,
Tattered and battered trudged clinging to each,
Traversing this ravaged Paradise on Earth,
Hoped to escape to their own distant meadows,
A return to kindred joys these flooded waters had destined.
Balveen Cheema
September 9, 2015
Contest:Trashed#2
Sponsor:Broken Wings
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The reference to the pauper was based on a seven-year-old girl, Megha, abducted from Mumbai and taken to Srinagar and forced into begging. However, when the floods came in 2014 the kidnapper abandoned her in Srinagar. A social activist finally united her with her forlorn parents. Kashmir, like many other beautiful places, is also infiltered with terrorist activities.
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