Genocide! A Tale?

Silent, slow, jittered

Each step full of fear,

I crossed that old lane

The eye blinked with a tear;

Decades, I had been away

Now a gaze at the door,

Deep shiver in nerves

The majestic look was no more;

Scared of tall masked faces

Heavily laced with granade and sniper

A thought, if impede my path

And ask my business there;

Yet, I dared to push the door

with moderate pressure,

A sound quacked

Adding soft noise to air;

Dull walls, webbed hinges

All over landed plaster,

Floundered were nerves

Beyond comprehension, the disaster;

Spiders home, the curated hangings

Majestic couches, mouses burrow,

Cracked walls, trickling drops

Deep silence resounding sorrow;

Memories sentimentally yearned

Present lost consciousness,

A giggling child smartly dressed

Entered the main entrance;

Playing laughingly, joyfully

Jumping on set of stairs,

No danger, caution and trust

Feet circling on marble floors;

The greens, the madness, the fantasy

Loveliest feelings, none would steal,

The world of love and joy

Compassionate dome! As a whole;

Sudden harsh tapping on the door

Piercing the air, tearing the ears,

Panic within the walls of the dome

Faded faces, trembling limbs, the air full of fears;

Tall humans, masked faces

The luscious dishes on the floor,

Eight innocents against the wall

Where to flee? Windows shut, latched the door;

Papa, grandpa on their knees

Begging for what! The child unaware,

Hoarse voice, blazing eyes

Few bullets dropped the chandelier;

Another bullet left the gun

Grandpa showered in blood,

Six of others in a deep shiver, as

Grany's body too turned cold;

"Leave the valley! You kafirs"

Read that pasted white sheet,

Under nature's dark curtains

Disappeared that fleet;

Heavy breaths, bare feet

Six of them reached roadside,

Joined the frantic crowd there

Here was the "Genocide";

Crammed in army trucks

No food, no water, no sleep,

Mournful cries faces wet

Unheard, unrealised, the pain deep;

Evicted, uprooted, traumatic

Laughter's locked in boxes wooden,

Heavy chests all over

Suffocating! The burden;

A sudden quack of the door

Knocked back the consciousness,

Neck rolled backwards

Four eyes asked my presence;

My right index pointed to the wall

To a dusted frame, cracks in glass,

Two brutal hands reached the target

Fearless were the eyes, no regrets, Alas!

I laughed! No tremble anymore

Gathered the frame cautiously,

Few visiting cards left my pocket

And now courage gathered consciously;

I left them standing there

Gazing at the visiting cards,

Danger and death had changed shores

Brave my community, the stalwarts;

Mine! Tough journey of 30 years

Me! A CEO of a big brand,

Thine! Same tenure, aimless journey

Still holding snipers, same trend;

They are not over it yet

Muddled brains are still tamed,

Pure conscience, when wrapped in ignorance

Who in the world, be blamed?.....