SOBBING IN MY GRAVE
Beneath the tales of blissful sorrow
Where thirst for power triggered war
Homeland was turned to battlefield
The sound of guns and mother bomb
Filled the atmosphere like escaped air
People were killed savagely in folds
Mothers cried for their lost babies
Children cried for their lost mothers
Families cried for their lost members
Dreams cried for their lost usefulness
Beneath the tales of aborted dreams
Death of children, death of our future
I was compelled by my sore heart
To pull the trigger of sad retaliation
From up, bullets sank into my head
I'm dead, but, I'm a hero of valor
I'm gone, my dreams burnt in hell
Here lies my golden epitaph
Written with bullets on my skull
Now, I'm sobbing in my grave
©® Jamiu Ahmed
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