By: Faraqshaan Hameed
Morning with fade lights
Birds fly with hidden plights
Vehicles adorned with red lights
Announcing the curfew for Valleyites
Wake up with sweat face
The nightmare I thought was the real pain
Streets with forces and barriers
Screams for the justice carriers
Ghosts with high heels
Feels like a threaten wheels
Sounds of horror what they make
Nobody knows what will be the next take
Shops and hopes shut their face
Feels again to face the barren race
Weeping hearts and lifeless souls
Compels us to find some window holes
All of a sudden the vehicles appear
We don’t know where our sons disappear
Smashes and pushes we can here
Everybody looks here and there…
Mourn and grief envelops the valley
Pushing the birds from an alley
Situation made me to write again
That’s why I was born again
Person on his death bed forgets his pain
Better was for him to die in vain
Thousands are missing, thousands are dead
Thousands in their graves yet to be fed
Waiting anxiously for their return
Mothers always keep their turn
None was there but a martyr
Whosoever should not scatter
Dreams and screams come and go.
I will write after short while ago.
Call for justice was long ago.
Knock at the door is now really a fun.
Before my pen starts to run.