I was meant to fly, not die!

As I woke up just fine, trying to remember the time,
I could sense my blood flowing inside me faster than ever.
How could I not realize my hands trembling, and my body intending to shiver.
But I could feel the heat of burn, the flames those weren't quite familiar to me,
I couldn't figure out what was happening to me, as I tried walking pass by, there was nothing I could see.
A blend of fog or was it a cloud of smoke, but I was floating above the ground as I saw a body under a white cloak.
I had lost the sense of smell, couldn't speak anymore, I could hear the cries around, I needed a touch of cure.
When I saw my family in grief for what reasons I didn't know, to hold the hands of my mother, there I go.
But what on Earth was happening to me, that she couldn't feel me touch her, neither did I,
I couldn't do anything, except see people cry.
I was afraid of the fact that I was no more normal like before, even the sky was upset, the winds that blew so fast through the shore.
As they hit my window, letting it open on its own, those cold wind brought me the scariest trauma I could ever have,
The cloak was blown.
I couldn't believe my dead eyes, that I wasn't living anymore, everything I was wondering right before was me being a dead soul.
I still wander around this place trying to figure out the disgrace,
Those tears of my parents are my strength to still see them, them struggling for my justice, my praise.
I know I am dead now, for I was raped and killed.
So many dreams shattered, I had papers of ambitions filled.
It's been almost a year now, I've seen so many people take my name, raise voice for my justice,
But it won't matter much if my country will not have permanent peace.
And I know my father cries every night, not just because he lost me,
He wants no father to go through the pains that he could see.
As I strengthen my soul, I'll be meeting the stars, that blend in the night sky,
I'll be calling them to shower blessings to every girl like me, to live life, to fly.

#nirmala