When I first wore a poet's shoes........

"The darkest day of my life"-would most certainly fall short
To describe the day when my world fell apart,
That day of horrors and strife,
The gaping wounds, the bloody knife,
All that gore the hatred and the spite,
Yes that day, that was the day my daughter died.

With all my sorrow bottled up inside,
Since that day i have lived all my life,
say whatever u want to say,
but I have hated Hindus since that day
For what does Hinduism teach them to do?
To rape our daughters and kill them too?

Oh what had my daughter done?
My innocent and playful little one,
Everyday when i pray to Allah
I pray for my dear Shyla,
My heart it cries, cries out and bawls,
When i remember her falling into those fiends' claws.

I had just been back from the daily bazaar that day,
When the hue and cry caught us with dismay,
We never had a chance what to think what to do
When the trolls barged in loaded with guns,
Three times they stabbed me three times they shot,
But they couldn't just stop my stupid heart.

My poor wife they next targeted,
And in front of my eyes she was raped,
They groped at her from left and right,
Never before had I seen such a horrid sight,
Bloody and weeping in front of my eyes,
My wife lay there waiting for her demise.

But it was when they attacked my litte girl,
I swore to Allah that which I had never uttered,
And rushed like a madman at the butchers,
Twice they had stabbed her my pretty little girl.

I can't describe it left me startled,
How could they do this to my little girl?
This is the question I ask myself as I pray,
A terrorist like me is not born everyday.

-Sandipan Chakraborty