Remembering Rizwan Pandit

Another tragedy has befallen us;
And it brought more stress.
Rizwan Ahmad was punished for nothing
Physics was your passion;
But was given only tention.
Kashmir has no research at all;
And we have become peculiar creation.
Your mother is waiting for you with the garlands;
But Rizwan’s boots have different kinds of sands.
We Kashmiris have lost our precious wetlands;
And we like to sleep on false beds.
Dirtiest politics is played here;
And we simply have to bear.
Fear has different meanings;
But I fear only one thing: fear
Beauty is beauty and movement is movement;
Yet all of you are unaware about the precious moment.
Political prisoners and criminals have a difference;
But you love the prison and its enjoyment.
No party represents our feelings;
Because we do have our dealings.
Bring back Rizwan to the life early;
Because griefs are seeping through ceilings.
My book of griefs is completed;
And Rizwan is remained to be tweeted.
Mother’s heart is fried without oil;
Emotions are remained to be heated.
I will never live after this incident;
Challan is cut for me without any accident.
Wednesday morning is raining for you;
Without you, my life is on rent.
Living corpses are ruling over gullible creatures;
And we only have false features.
Alien world is taught to us;
And the same is taught to us by false teachers.
Under a mound of earth, you are lying;
Your mother is dying.
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