Conversing The Crisscross! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

There came published another lively walk
It uncovered a number of intricate sketches
She reached the core & filtered it intellectually
Yes, it was a conversation about us
By us I mean about our present postures
And the sensitivity that race among our veins
And the Nature that equally affects us to toes
And the society that criminally colors us all
Is it a positive vibe or a negative word?
Mullah's speech was normal or a loaded one?
Our teachers could also be accounted
And the setting too was a little scary
There could be room for inner entries
There could be a petty peep into past
Which could reveal the fake victories
Which could speculate a healthy spectrum
She reviews every this & that with open senses
Because she can assume the upcoming air
The air that could carry the free verses
Or the air that could be burdened by bullets
He also identified the same area yesternight
The banned outfits and the gunmen were free
Only the peace-loving humans were in scrutiny
She talked about the broken hearts
Small spaces that caused scaled borders
She was drown in centuries
Her traces travelled throughout the meadows
Her upward gaze called unto the blue sky
And her straight eyes stroke the falling slides
Her words embodied the ideological strings
Where she voiced out many unsung anthems
And commented upon the prevalent huee
About the fears that parents now a days have
For their young children
And the atmospheric doubts
And she complained about creepy criteria
Where the commercial camps hit the floor
And the desirous were trickily toppled down
And there came unseasonal storms
Where the whistles were silenced out
And the steps got undue turns
Where the dancing soul was dumbed down
And fell upon th earth every oddity
And was materialised the scripted episode
And what not!
She was conscious to her pulses
And systematically symbolised the sordid evil
And also a bit disappointed about the scenario
She knew that within years the entire picture would be altogether different
The hills might go crushed
New roads, so called sameness might blur put the way
Young girl from the North had some questions
About the world where all of us reside
About the realm where all of us rise and fall
Like liberating woman, she possessed a huge soul
And a remarkably unbreakable spirit
With ever-alive heart in her chest
She defied confusion
And wiped out the false whims
Like the beams of bravery her words sparkled
Where my puzzled being also got pieced down
And I sat numbed to type out my cosmos
Where the stars yearned not to vanish ever
Where planets stood up in a liberal way
Where the left didn't hide under the right rush
Where a thin ray of light revived resistant lyre
And the heart of analysis tracked on to reality!