With deep sigh in confabulation,
I look up at the sleeping sky,
and it too seems grieving
over the victims of
a kind of brooding rage.
I wonder, it’s the eve of December,
the Birthday of the loving song of God
when everyone is supposed to be together,
together with their loved ones,
not like us isolated or kept in cage.
I hear the beloved Jesus also cries,
he cries aloud over the miserable
condition of those helpless ones,
who are brutally annihilated.
I saw him returned disappointed,
with tears in his beloved yes
while watching his fellow beings
are hardly punished
and his teaching of mercy
is badly violated.
If you are not free,
the entire world is
just like a suffocating
and a poisonous iron cage.
The hope dies
and wishes disappear,
the wings slowly droop,
ah! let me sing
this isolated song of sorrow
for nothing else can assuage.
By: Abdul Samad Haidari
(23/12/2017 – 10:00 PM).