Different Humans Poem by jahanvi .......................

the blood on the road
what did they do to deserve this roar?
there houses look alike
they too look familiar
with same two eyes, a nose and ears
but still they stand distinct
the turning roads of their streets
depicts the story of their deplorable victory
the play is still on
but the characters are gone
or have they simply withdrawn
for the fear of the bruises
which may hurt them again
just because they wanna say

where are the rights which are talked about every night?
or do they also disappear in the dimness of midnight?
adjusted themselves to their circumstances
muted themselves to their pain
how long they gonna survive?
or the immunity has set upon?
the tragic scenario is scattered all over
like the lost battle wounds left undressed
the blood on the road
the blood of the bleeding hearts.