She exists in the 'auto-save'
Of their system screens
They wonder, "if she ever screamed!"
Been a few days
Her puzzled weight
Reached its grave
On the shoulders of
A stinking bait
"She wasn't meek",
They wonder.
But why didn't she scream?
She lived her name, 'Saima'
Torn apart
Enlisted in her frail father's
Worn out ration card
She is gone now
He is silent
More than ever
How could she scream after all?
She is gone now
It eased her pain, may be.
The desk is moved
Closer to the window
For someone new
