writes Mushtaq-ul-Haq Sikander
Recently one more lady was raped
A mere addition to ever growing statistics
Dresses provoke rapes, and also the late night roaming
Women are weak, their honor always at stake
They are vulnerable; men only can take their care
They worship her, love and care for them
But testosterone and liquor drives men wild
They can’t distinguish between mother and whore
Women are reduced to only objects in mad lust
Add to it the shame that comes with rape
Unwanted pregnancy, guilt and social boycott
Come railing with the crime of rape
Men can sow the seed and vanish in thin air
Nature doesn’t make them undertake a burden
Moral pundits and patriarchs would decree
Women are repositories of honor
If that is lost, women has no identity
A walking corpse, they want the victim to be
Never allowing her to Let Go
Fatwas ranging from Dresses to Laws will be debated