They had little, but their hearts were full of content, because they had each other and that was enough to make them happy. But maybe, just maybe, they did not deserve this joy.
Times have changed,
With it, all the things,
No leaf has been left unturned,
But the memories have not yet faded.
"The breathing beleaguer that rose like smoke,
The shriek that from the woman's mouth could hardly broke,
Where the whisks and whimpers continue to bloom,
Every stem has turned to gloom,
The seeds prick the eyes with nitro-methane,
With the never-ending bane; it is so hard to stay sane,
The bombs and blasts threaten the roots of my orchard,
Words like law and foundation are now seldom heard,
My once lovely garden now stands on the edge of a feather,
And finally, the blood has stained the heather."
In my past,
I had precious jewels,
The world was a mixture of lovely things,
But my life had an overcast.
Friends were life,
Books were my soul mates,
They both gave me ultimate pleasure,
But my pleasure was replaced by strife.
Once upon a time,
I met a boy so fine; our love was divine,
But our hearts could never be tied,
Love in times of war is a crime.
A reek of smoke,
And a murmur of voices filled the atrium,
In the honour of my brother who was now shaheed,
They had taken him by crook.
At my father's mourning,
The continuous crying and cursing,
Sniffs and sighs of all sorts; but mother didn't make a sound,
I realized only then; sometimes silence is deafening.
Next was starvation,
In the dark and dark camp, what else?
I do not remember being carried to another country, (because she made me unconscious when she took this risk)
After reaching; the first time in her eyes, I saw illumination.
Jewels were taken,
Keeping them was no choice,
Now it’s mere nostalgia for the warm home we left,
Everything has been shattered and shaken.
And yet, my mother tells me,
There will come those times,
When again we will be free,
And the world will be surrounded with glee.
(And for a woman who would not surrender if front of these times, there was no way she could have surrendered to those moles!)
"They would make new lives for themselves- peaceful, solitary lives- and there the weight of all they had endured would lift from them, and this time, they would be truly deserving of all the happiness and simple prosperity they would find and no one will be able to take it from them this time."
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