The Unheard Voices
The Unheard Voices
When the light of the heart ignites ,
Who can firefight it ? We fighters.
The panicking-bricks upon the heart,
To be rested without jerk ,an impossible task ,it is !
The underground city which conceals in half-revealing faces ,
The life's untouched, justice an occasion,
In treachery and unlimited drudgery .
They break often under quakes of horror.
Spilt personality they veil .
All adult-children, brave bendings.
In illegal tents, ultra-heavy carpets;
Mealed on edge of starvation,
Not edge of life ,as they need to survive,
As they have some mouths to fed ,
And sing of dreary winter, not costly summer .
The involuntary veil of patriarchy,
Squashed night-mare of desires.
Who cares? Light won't be lit.
It has also not been shut down absolutely, there's time of hope .
The dense vegetation of love in weakness , there's still dreams flowering
The way is but different,
I'm still waiting for voices to be heard .
Not listened still, slowly and surely!