Flooded Down With Melancholia Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Left in the midst
Terrified by trials
Trials that impose
That are compulsions
That are bloody bullshits
That are mostly in religious cover
That are in under patriotic passes
That are purely hypocritical
That are so hugely suppressing
Hey, you're gone
Gone before the birds' songs
Gone before the night's death
Gone with heinous relationships
Gone away on dictated whims
Ah, I miss you.
I most lovingly miss you.
I saw you falling yesterday
When you were made submitted
Submitted before them who despised you
Who attacked on your existence
Who are the historical killers
Who are kiths but in covers
Who are snatchers of our souls
I was wondered
How did you go knelt down?
Probably there'd be another threat
Another unkind order
From the threads of so called owner
On the say of those blackmailers
Blackmailers who have been professional
Whose job is to unsettle the spirits
Aadil, I felt you the most enchained yesterday,
Aadil, who used to rise was setting down
Down on their words
Colors seemed to farewell you yesterday
You didn't utter a word
I doubted it was the same Aadil,
Your bluntness was butchered
You were so systematically poisoned
Slowly you were moving ahead
With faint feet, and with heavy heart
Your rain was upset
There weren't rainbows in following
Controlled lines were tearing you off
And the tears too were tussling inside
But none of them came out
Grass's greenery had gone undone
Background was all grey
Your time was wounded
You sounded like the most heartfelt history
Not any echoing argument revealed
The mighty you strangely held yourself
Ah, you were flooded down with this much melancholy.