by Mohammad Anas
My words anguished;
I grieve,
and bleed.
The innocent screams
beneath the earth buried
A tragedy—
making humanity shiver—
has transformed
the charming valley
into blood river
They enjoyed the butchering,
one by one,
and spoke only
with blood thirsty barrel
The human screams
haunt my brain,
And pellets
increase my misery
with inevitable pain
Their hands,
soaked in scarlet,
Innocent glittering smiles,
compelled to bled
Every day is hustled—
like battling in a battlefield,
The harsh reality
to the bloodshed of tears,
now revealed.
Paradise on Earth…
…is bleeding since decades,
With every bullet in heart
her opulent beauty
fades…
Oh, Kashmir bleeds!
And, I bleed, too.
The bloody scene is haunting me,
what to do?
When will the nightmare of wounded valley finally end?
Will tranquillity,
and harmony someday blend?
Living is not worth
in this hostile air,
How many times a day
we have to bow down for prayer?
Struggling, screeching, shouting…
screaming for peace!
Burning, blistering, beseeching…
begging for hopeless lease!
But,
still a ray of hope twinkles
down in my heart,
All the immense suffering,
Sorrow and sadness,
will soon depart…
Mohammad Anas is pursuing Masters in English Literature from Aligarh Muslim University. Views expressed in this poem are author’s own.
