Qurrathul Ain

4 years, 5 years, 10 years,

Since you gave up on life,

They blamed you, for not being the 'right' girl,

Blamed you for uttering non-sense,

Blamed you for speaking the truth without proof,

Blamed you for every right thing you did.

Is it wrong to raise and shield the wronged?

Is it a crime to fight for justice?


When the candlelight flickered and stopped,

People lost hope in goodness.

Maybe the evil and the cunning will triumph at the end, after all?

Maybe we can't survive if we are good?


Time passed, you were forgotten,

The candle was ignited,

Burning all the brighter,

The hidden treasures of your discovery,

From the underworld slowly,

For the glorious truths to be seen so clearly,

Priceless efforts of the silent warriors,

And they were biting their nails,

Remorseful for making you leave.


Oh, but it's too late now.

  • Author: Qurra Ain (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 28th, 2024 08:41
  • Comment from author about the poem: I read an article about a woman, who passed away a few years ago. Both before and after her life, she faced criticism and was subjected to mean and hurtful words of the people. But very recently it was found out that, she was a silent heroine - fighting for the welfare of the society and she had a big hand in finding out the truths about big profile criminals. And guess what? People are talking differently now. But it's not going to make any difference now.
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Bella Shepard
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  • Bella Shepard

    You speak beautifully of one whose sense of right was so powerful that she never gave up or gave in. Her truth was pure and she couldn't help but do what she did, be who she was. A wonderful tribute my friend, where do we ever find more like her?

    • Qurrathul Ain

      The truth is, we don't find many as such. Most of us try to blend with the crowd. It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, only if they're agreeable or not. Only a few rare gems would be daring enough to walk down a very different path. Thank you for stopping by!

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