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

Scarry weapons scattered all around 

Me against the wall, it was a depository!

Panicky were the airs around the walls

Horror stuck my system respiratory 

Memories sentimentally yearned

Mind scanned the past,

Present lost consciousness

Suddenly a reel revealed fast

Bright stars , dull moon

Hiding eyes, yet sharp glance,

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 carpeted 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 floors

Eight innocents against the wall

Nowhere to flee, latched the doors

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

Six 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?.....