Plight of Terrorism

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 09, 2017

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My country, my home, my mother, my love
Has always had tolerated more than just enough!
Knives to swords, swords to bullets and bullets to grenades
Has always had encountered the terror that never fades!

A depressed mother can easily relate
How she has struggled with her ill-fate!
Her son, the army man of her eyes with no lack
Has actually got martyred in 16's terrorist attack!

The News had quaked the earth of her earth
And taken and vanished all its mirth!
'He is he!' ... Statement made her forgot who was she !
Her son, my son, our son , oh poor me!

Every morning she recalls the days
When she used to blow the kiss through his ways
She cries on prayer mat till her head falls and she faints
She smells his shirt and so tragically the story she paints!

At daytime she hears his shouts and cries
She gets startled with every single fall and every single rise!
At night she sits in front of the door waiting for a knock
She has lost her hunger and even stopped to talk!

Told many a times, 'Your son won't come, open your eyes'
One day she lost her patience; Don't you all be wise!
He is here, hiding somewhere, my mishievous kid
Laughed and then screamed a cry what to him they did!

His room is locked for her to enter
But no one can lock his essence that is the center!
She has lost herself in his memory, his laughter, that color red
His closed eyes, his stained shirt, his death-bed !

Her world has flown into the end stream
She hears no salam no laughter no scream!
She is mute, she is half dead, 
Her eyes have cemented her forehead!
 
But who would question who would point?
We will just weep and strike and whine
But a mother to whom he was the joint
Is now admitted in mental asylum, registered 'not fine!'

No one dares get close to her
Darkness is the only friend with whom she has to murmur 
Total loss of senses is she going through
Sits in the corner of the room talking to herself and moaning too

It happens when the bullets are fired in no time
They plunge the hearts and ruin the families at prime!
When the mother loses the son and son loses mother
Darkness becomes friends; Assuring you will get one after another!!

Is this so depressing to clench your heart and tickle your eye?
This is my country my home my mother my love, though has lost the tie!
He was our son, she was our mother 
Who will be the next, me or some other?


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