A Prayer for Dawn

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Where the florid chinar leaves blissfully swayed,
Amidst their distinct din, gleeful children played;
Where creation's palette chose to paint a panoramic fantasy,
Yet Time, the leveller; and the rubble-remains of history.

'Twas a betrayal of hope, premature death of dream,
A bitter saga of sobs, 'n sighs, 'n screams;
The bliss of life swept away in a calamitous flood of violence,
Abandoned abodes, fear of death, and an eerie, gnawing silence.

The foresaken paths and the pallid flowers quiveringly beckon
Come back my innocent dwellers, the defeated deserters gone,
That time's a healer, change manifests, the storm shall eventually go,
So that the seeds of love, trust & joy - once again we may sow.

The night's been long, we pray for the dawn,
For scars to heal, the curse to abrogate, and spring to soon come;
For the cacophony of guns to give way to the innocent giggles of children,
So the infants may be privileged to inhale - that blessed fragrance of freedom!


Afterthought:
Though the inspiration is derived from the plight of Kashmir and Kashmiris, yet one'd feel there are so many others, spread across geographies who would feel the echoings to be familiar.. For, may be, this is a story of blood-brothers engaged in blood-baths, under the different nomenclatures of jihad, freedom-struggle, revolution, terrorism, etc. where the ultimate martyr is ironically, INNOCENCE...