Tale Of A Heaven-Kashmir Poem by Neeraj Nawaz

Headstones are in the hearts
Don't have the space in the ground
People are buried in the screams
Don't have patience for the sobs
Helplessness has a fly now
Dreams don't have wings

Stories of that night are all
In my mind and heart
Don't have the grains of patience
Stones haven't occupied my fist
Bullets have occupied the skies
The stories of peace are hipocratic
The 'son and father' are buried
In a single grave of this heaven

The untold stories are screaming
The raped 'sisters and mothers'
dont have anyone to adress their grief
Sobbing nature don't have a season

All i can here are the cries
Pure blood is all over the heaven
Tears have flooded the conscience
Mothers dont have the night tales
But the heart-wrenching stories to tell the kids

Lullabies are not of the peace and heaven
All are they about are the 'wars in every street'
In every street of the heaven
Long enough have we waited for the peace
Tell the God to end this up now