Voice Of The Voiceless
August 5, the day we witnessed the sunset
52 Days past and we have no sunrise yet
Seems Decades the school kids last met
Restricted to our rooms like caged in a net
Dying of the appetite with nothing in the pocket
Suffering even those with their filled wallet
Eyes with the dreams now showered the pellet
Oozing is the blood from their wounds
Of bullet
Tainted with the blood streets look red carpet
Asking for my birth right keeps me on target
Closed eyes and loud music in the headset.
Humanity asleep deep under the
blanket
Aware of the actions and vicious mindset
Destined to perish enemy shouldn’t forget
Hopeful of the light and nights outset
Will again be the spring and none upset
–by Kashmiri Lone Rouf