Spring is a Festive Time
Buds Bloom and Birds Chirp
Tress Shun the frown of winter
Dazzling Beauty is at its zenith
Springs marks a beginning everywhere
Spring Sparkles can be sensed at a distance
Spring is the same as they claim!!
But for my valley of blood and tears
Spring has never been serene and same
Instead of Buds, Bombs Bloom and
Bullets Rain
Sending the innocents to cold graves
The beauty that galore my valley isn’t nature’s bestowment or mercy
It is a result and manifestation of
beautiful faces and souls
Who with their youthful suppleness
and energy
Are buried in thousands of unmarked
graves that form
An invisible scar at every nook and cranny
The spring that seduces outsiders to my birth burg
Hides a dark secret in its underbelly
It isn’t a spring that I cherish
It isn’t a spring I have awaited for
My autumn and winter hasn’t yet passed
The impending spring seems to be too far
The distance insurmountable and time
inculpable
The path arduous and strength frail
Hope, Perseverance and Pessimism are what
keep Sikander Alive
Spring will surely arrive and Beauty
will permanently reside.
Reviewed by Mushtaq Ul Haq Ahmad Sikander