By Sheikh Nissar
Stray bullet
Drove me to death
Through the gates of heath
Softly stole my breath
Piercing my tender heart
In a single jot
That was my best part
It is thy sting art
That I did fall
For once and all;
Still I hear cradle’s call
Carved on my heart’s tender wall
Hurt and pain
Will come again;
Silent tears will rain
Till we are awaken again
Sheikh Nissar, a resident of Kawoosa Khalisa is a Post Graduate in Sciences from University of Kashmir. Ideas expressed are his own
