So many times you’ve tried to gag our voices,
Your perpetual aim is to destroy humanity.
Every time we have sank to the bottom of our humility,
Every time we have rose from the ashes.
You feel jovial when innocent people die,
Mutilated bodies scattered around make you proud.
Your agents remain hidden among us in the crowd,
Wrath of your actions make the faultless suffer and cry.
Your hands are red yet you feel no penance,
The mother has bathed in the blood of her children.
All you know is how to cause more pain,
You have pushed us to the final limit of our patience.
You think we’re afraid of your terror reign,
Misapprehend our silence as our feebleness.
But time has come to put in some sense,
It’s time to pay back a part of your gifted pain.
Hand in hand, the whole world will fight against you;
No more sorrows but a world of accord and peace.
Only complete eradication will make us feel at ease,
You should know that ‘We Are Not Afraid of You’.
Lost in her thoughts, tormented and shattered,
Alone I sat in the deserted graveyard.
I knew that I had lost her forever,
The pain was excruciating, unaware how to bear.
The atmosphere was in close harmony with me,
So dull, so gloomy, a winter morning could never be.
How was I longing to see my dear!
With hope in my heart, I waited for her.
Suddenly I saw her sitting just beside me,
Numb were my senses, puzzled to be sad or happy.
Her face was pale, looked beautiful in her curl,
Tears were flowing down like beads of pearl.
The smell of her made me crazy as ever,
Just for once, I could not but touch her.
Our worlds were different, so near yet so distant;
An accident separated us in just an instant.
She looked at the withered flowers, lost their fragrance,
She knew they were priceless, value was immense.
She kissed them; put a new bunch on my grave,
She tried to smile and pretend to be brave.
Motionless and still, she kept staring at me,
I tied but could not embrace my honey.
She then bid me goodbye with tears,
This has been our love story for many many years.
It was a hot afternoon in the scorching summer,
But I was cool in my air-conditioned car.
Fidgeting with my phone, wearing my new suit and tie;
I had everything that money could buy.
But my face was laden with qualms and pressure,
My life had become a never-ending satire.
There was something I was missing for a while,
I could not remember the last time I did smile.
The red signal halted my dull car,
And it was the first time that I saw her.
She was bare-footed with a torn old dress,
She was selling flowers with no regrets on her face.
She was a little girl but was an angel for me,
Derived of any monetary pleasure and yet so happy.
I kept staring at her for quite a while,
Her pure face was glorified with her cute smile.
I bought some flowers and it felt so good,
Her heartening smile also changed my mood.
The withered flowers felt so bright and fragrant,
My monotonous life became so vibrant.
That little girl taught me a lesson that day,
As we both parted to our separate ways.
For my Egyptian heart she was the river Nile,
After so many days I knew I could again smile.