We are told that an election is the remedy to all problems;
If you wait, all of you will be given the precious gems.
The need of the hour is to follow the directions of the politicians, not your whims;
If it is done by you, we will be provided with the best sims.
Democracy is the mantra of our vote bank beggars;
It is an intoxication that takes them to the bars.
They promise to protect all of you in the case of wars;
And if they come in the real politics, they then sit on the stars.
Choice is hardly taken into account due to intelligent donkeys;
Our people have the habit of swaying like the monkeys.
For a problem, they use many keys but these innocent criminals never look for the right keys
And it came to me suddenly that our politicians ordered the National Highway closure and the result is the death of bees.
Saliva of a silkworm gives the precious silk clothes and we feign;
Why are you voting and who is going to reign?
Our past experience is enough to make it clear that the image is already seen;
And our beloved politicians are trying to seduce our innocent teen.
Sadak, bijli, pani and azaadi aren’t in the manifesto of any party, are there?
Don’t fear, azaadi means to have a life where the commonest fear remain at bay.
Sadak has a lot of grievances and it is never allowed to say;
Because it is like Bholi and is forced to get fried in a harsh way.
Pani is all around here but our cherished happiness has lost somewhere, bring it back;
If you do it, we will always follow your track.
Pani can’t be kept in a silky sack;
If it is possible, I will never try to hack.
Bijli has many dimensions and we don’t want the bijli from the skies;
Because we are acquainted with the destructions when it comes like the surprises.
Our throats are sours in demanding this precious bijli and are told that your demand falls on deaf ears , never soars.
Azaadi means liberty but with some conditions and we call it freedom;
A true azaadi never brings boredom.
It survives in the harshest of winds like a doldrum
But here a grief comes in a disguise and is called gam(in Urdu).
All said and undone, what is the new path for us, the camouflaging politicians?
Do you want to submit forms in the departments of railway stations?
We will always reach on time ,I think this is the formula for the gullible creations;
I honour you and your thinking for these sweet reactions.
New parties are on the surface with the slogan “give me a chance as you have tested others”;
But why were you silent for all these years because you didn’t know the vocabulary of bothers.
My dear Shah Faisal! I ass a common man, have a right to ask you that why do you act like others;
No-one left us and you also have come up with a death package and looking for the men who can act like sowers.
Our vessel of griefs is filled with the tears;
We were afraid of everything but now, I have killed my fears.
We are made scapegoats and then murdered in the different gears;
And the custodians of law are looking for their shares.
We are volcanoes , ready to erupt;
And if you remain the birds of the same flock,we will become a gruesome torment.
I am the mango man of Kashmir and why shall I be silent!
My identity, my home, my Hibba,my Insha, my kunanPoshpora, my GawKadal, my Chhatisinghpora, my Kulgam, my Pulwama, my .… are violent
In writing this, my heart is aching and looking for solution;
If the new season brings relief then we will accept your tuition.
Don’t let the conditions slip away and it will give rise to a dangerous fusion;
Because our lives are devastated and the lands are degraded due to manmade erosion.
You swear by law and I swear by the creator of this universe;
Bring visible changes and don’t look at your never going to be filled purse.
Our beloved ,Mir Anjum, died in the Skims due to the negligence of a caretaking nurse;
And it is said on the first day of voting, the conditions were going from bad to worse.
Atif has missed unit second examination and is ousted from the school;
But he left this ephemeral world, to enjoy the real cool.
Take the question papers in his grave and make the education system more foolish
Because our children are no more childish.
(The author is a freelancer. Views are exclusively his own) [email protected]
