Simmering pain engulfs the nerves
No doubt, when the writ is hurt -
It’s the universe of God
He has freed us to this world
How dare we cease its procession
And bid to cage its birds
Kashmir: a sad tale of caged birds
They roar and roar to let the air convey its deplorable tune
In vain hope to sing until the dawn creeps again
When the stones will melt
When the sky will pour glitters
When the sun will rise from the west
For little they know, it only bechance in the fairy tales
But, dang! This chest is, as if, broadened with no-hoper hope
Paradoxically, it nourished their bodes and all the same perforated them
The caged birds commence a campaign of unbridled ferocity
And whistle with a fearful trill
Unknown of the next atrocity
As already they’ve lost nuff
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
Who wishes freedom no matter it tolls graves and whole cemeteries
Turning down their rights will bear no fruit
For the birds are immersed in furore and fury
Their inside has caught an inextinguishable fire
It’s beyond my apprehension where is the problem
The long given promise was always a farce
Why are they charged with wish of freedom?
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?
It doesn’t seem coming
Oh yeah! 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