by Suhana Lateef
Dear Lord, bestow Cherries: their real red colour back!
and Apples – their taste!
give blind the sight again!
or take my seeing away!
I can’t see
what I saw before
the Ugly Black 27THof October
the Sun doesn’t teach
that Shine anymore
Moon’s smile
that Disappeared in 90s
Can’t be seen anywhere
That Soothing Voice
and Songs
and Music
of those free birds
is being remembered everywhere
and These Fruits
doesn’t Taste Any Good
Because now…
slavery and Oppression
is their Photosynthesis!
My Dear Lord,
why doesn’t time move on?
why is still every day the 27TH?
how much more Time will I wait?
how much more Sacrifice you need?
how much more Blood we bleed?
Oh My Dear Lord!
You saw the torn clothes
of my raped daughter!
You were there…
when my murdered son
was smiling in my lap!
My Merciful Lord!
walking this road for so long…
I See Blood of my brothers
making it so slippery
that I no more can stand still!
There are infinite bullet-pierced tales to bleed out, My Lord!
but I just want you to answer
when will be the 28TH!?
when it will be… when!!!
(A young poet, Suhana Lateef can be contacted at: [email protected])