Ali Ruwail is a student pursuing his A levels from the City School A Level Campus, Pakistan. Hailing from the historical city, Lahore, he loves traveling and exploring new places. Ali always had a passion for writing and even at his young age, has won several national level writing contests.
Please enjoy his winning entry in OWAQ’16, The Crime of Truth.
Gazing at me were eyes obsessed
Some curious, some perplexed
Questions were hurled at me
All too much in quest of certainty
The heart aches, yet for eyes, no void made
With the masses my sun, their queries my shade
“How did you get here?” A question came
The answer battled on my tongue with shame
Were I to lay the truth, no longer would I have any means
To say my kin took away my pen, making me sow corn and beans
“I stumbled upon the horrendous spot, in search of my ball.” Is what I told
“Before a ruffian abducted me, with my uncle’s aid” A fact I withheld
“What are those marks on your back?”
Marks of abuse, marks of sodomy, marks of torture
All coming together to spell dishonor
“I was made to work tirelessly, without being fed
To serve the food, wipe the floor, bring the wine
For once I overslept, a sin earning me wounds so red”
Lies were my only source of relief
For all that I was made to endure, with all its pain and horror
How will my folks digest the truth?
Which will cause only madness and tremor?
“Why are your clothes torn so badly?”
Indeed with that, I came to affirm the world’s blindness
For they saw not a torn soul
“They pulled me by them every time I erred
Then they thrashed me with a stick, as they pinned me against a pole
They tied me by the neck to it, like a foal”
Compelled was I, to leave the world in obtuseness
For dwelling therein, would shield the truth
The truth hiding hours of screams, tears and misery
“So they never molested you?”
Blatant and bold, an inquisition crippling to my conscience
Silence would murder my dignity
A word had to be in their presence
“God is kind and merciful. It is He who Has saved me
Subjected was I to nothing more than isolation, tribulation and captivity”
With that, the jillion souls left with their entire proclivity
To scavenger another victim nearby
The heart was all that knew of my gloom
Encasing all such disgusting, untold tales
Physically, I lay deflowered
The body laden with bruises, yet never wails
To preserve the honor and joy of kith and kin
For truth that invites melancholy antecedes all lies, as a sin.
#1 This is a good attempt. As the poem proceeds, it captivates you. When we move further, it somewhere elongates the expression making readers sympathies with the victim.
#2 Not a fan of the forced rhyming but love the emotion it evokes. The narration & voice, quite a sympathetic soul. Some more use of irony or better choice of word would make it a great read.
#3 Some expressions take you by surprise and are indeed a fresh perspective. The poetry instead of building up on the past words, went downhill and that really took away all the essence.
Read his another winning entry from OWAQ, A Fruitless Escape.