This morning was strange, filled with pain.
The air smelled hopelessness and disarray.
My eyes refused to dry, tear overflowed my cheeks.
My chest pained and my eyes burst with agony and pain.
I tried to look normal, hid my emotions, but my eyes didn’t.
It welled like a tsunami, crossing all the borders of bravery.
I felt a hopeless, a hapless, weak and feeble chap.
Like deserted lanes and by-lanes of my sieged city.
Like my people’s faces which look damaged and hurt.
Yea, this morning was strange, full of fear and distress.
As if nothing good is gonna happen.
As if prosperity is an obsolete word.
As if the long wait is never gonna end.
As if normal life is a distant drum.
Indeed, this morning was bizarre, full of grief and anguish.
All lips are sewed and none uttered a word for sieged innocents.
None is bothered, no one cares for the people caged by deceit.
Truly, this morning was different, filled with loss and aching wound.
O’ Ummah of Muhammed (PBUH) look at our bruises and chains.
As on the final day, you will be asked for your criminal silence.
Sumera B. Reshi