Terror

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They asked, ” How are the circumstances?
Still tense and unsafe?
Do you still have bomb blasts
Or meet terrorists?”

Speech failed and so did words
Thoughts raced further than they should
All attempts to describe the place
Went futile; all in vain

This had happened even before
They were national chauvinists
Unable to understand and comprehend
Beloved national can be wrong too.

They failed to acknowledge the land a conflict
For them it an integral part
But the truth lay hidden from them
Truth being the first casualty in conflict.

They trusted what media presented and
Politicians said; situations blown out of control
Being naive,thinking all was truth
Is that not how they ruined it?

Least aware about politics
How leaders used the issue for benefits
How cruel they could be with people
Diplomats and hypocrites .

They failedto know how people disappeared
And were killed in cold blood
No terrorist did so, but
Beloved security desirous of promotions

Neither they knew how voices were suppressed
Tear gases and bullets to shoo away
For them it was only water;
And didn’t sometimes police even protect them?

What they knew wasn’t whole of truth
A three year old can’t be a threat
They weren’t killing terrorists
It was a planned genocide!

Yet, not a word escaped lips
They were national chauvinists
Perceptions and beliefs would clash if expressed
And he, the only child of his mother!

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From Illusion To Reality

She looked around in tears
not knowing where to seek him
her curiosity only grew with time
no hopes of gaining answers.

She wandered in wilderness
dark was all she could see
and then one day it turned red
a bullet had pierced through!

Someone lay dead somewhere
conflict claimed another soul
she wondered about her father
was he just away or met similar fate?

Graves of past were raked through
ugly truths kept coming forth
each day a new revelation
silent death of hopes.

A new perspective lay before her
something she never knew existed
She thought this would reduce her pain
bringing forth her answers.

But as the truth lay naked in front
pain piercing through her heart
she could not apprehend whether to trust or not
this was something she had not imagined.

Until this she sought her father
his existence a mystery to her
But now she knew he was gone
her heroes had rendered her orphan.