A Father's Broken Heart

"A Father's Lament"

That is my daughter - the sorrow of my soul that has been uprooted.

I laid her in a cradle carved by my own hands,

Sung her the lullabies inherited from my ancestors,

Wrapped her in sweet dreams,

And promised the gods that I would protect her.

I held her hand when she first walked...

I brought her into this world with trembling hands,

Raised her close,

She thought I could protect her from all harm..

I built her world with tender care...

But now I see that she is broken in it.

A demon born of lust and sin

Comes with dark shadows,

Stole her light, her soul, her smile.

Her honor, her purity, her soul were torn apart,

That sinner made my daughter a weeping statue in silence.

That beast took her caresses...

He left me to cry at her feet..

Now, her silence tears me apart.

Oh God, how can I hold my daughter's broken heart?

I, her father,..bleeding with every breath...With all my heart

I bear the guilt of not being there when she needed me most..

I was her shelter, her safe world.

But I could not stop the

storm that tore her soul apart.

Now, I bear the guilt heavier than death.

She does not speak.

She only watches.

But in that silence, I hear her unbearable cries.

A father's heart dies every day beside her.

Her father, I am burning with helpless pain..

Oh God, where were you?

Where are the gods we bowed to every day?

Where were you when the earth opened up and that beast swallowed my child whole?

When will that sinner be punished

for the pain he caused my child?

When will

what law be able to heal what he destroyed?

If I could bleed to cleanse her pain, I would.

If I could exchange my soul to turn back that night,

I would...

I scream silently,

I burn with rage.

I curse the sky, the gods, the justice that will never come.

When will

the rooster be punished

for the pain he caused?

When will

what law be able to heal what he destroyed?

I want to scream until the sky cracks,

I want to curse the stars that allowed this fate,

I want justice - not in the courts, but in the karma of the past,

I hope that one day she will rise again

Not as a victim, but

As a storm that will never silence the world again.

Until then, I will bear this pain.

Because she is my daughter.

I will not rest.

I will not forgive.

I will not sleep until the world trembles under the weight of her pain..

I will not forgive..,

I am her eternal protector

I have failed to fulfill my responsibility.