By : Zehra vistro
Kashmir: a sad tale of caged birds
They trill and trill to let the air convey its deplorable tune
In vain hope of that time
When the stones will melt
When the sun will rise from the west
For little they know, it only bechance in the fairy tales
They are filled with no-hoper hope
Paradoxically, it nourished their bodes and all the same perforated them
They whistle with a fearful trill
Unknown of the next atrocity
The agony of doom is felt in its line
Sadly, it’s heard and unheard at the same time
The homophonic chronicles have consumed a decade
Limning them the freedom lorn
Turning down their rights will bear no fruit
Why have you turned back to the basic human rights?
Why clipping their wings?
Scrapping of the Article 370
Unless you wants to be envisioned as a muscular nationalist
Get off of that haughty, belligerent and aggressive horseback
For you might trip down on the ground of hundreds and thousands of dead
Where is the world community?
Aren’t they occupied with the stratagems of green economy?
Redundantly, neglecting the sole business of rescuing the brutal history
Likely, the fate is brooded and decided
The birds be caged forever in the ghostly silence
