THE SILENT GRIEF

I hear the sister sob for his brother,
I can see his parents weeping for his son,
I feel the silent agony of his lover,
And yet numerous emotions are left to uncover.

I hear people talk about our two women,
They shamelessly made them walk unclothed.
I can feel the humiliation they both felt within those path lengths ,
Their faces are enough for us to comprehend.

I see the suffering of our man
Whose head was hung up on the bar,
Like it's something they won on a war
Or something they have found victory upon,
But while taking his last breath, he gave us a motive to fight on…

I hear the one month  baby cry,
A mother dying to tell her child,
my dear, it's not what you deserve but don't you cry,
there's a far better place for you on high.

There's a scream I hear, of a mother and her child,
Burned by their own people, and left by them to die.
Mother tells her child while she cried,
My dear, up above we will reconcile.

Our mothers were killed,
Our sisters were raped,
Our brothers were ill treated even after their dead,
Alas! there will be more in our days ahead..

The long suffering that we faced,
The sacrifices that our brothers and sisters made,
Nothing can ever fill up the space,
A heart with grief it has traced.

While The air of melancholy surrounds us,
And we will forever remember the torment we faced in this rush.
Our people's sacrifices will not be forgotten
And The things which were left undone, will be done..

It's not the end of their story and  neither is yours,
The pain, the suffering we must endure.
It's hard but We have to keep living,
Despite of all the things we are facing.

They took their last breath,
But fought with a hope,
Giving up wasn't their choice,
For A place to call a home.