I Remember Poem by Aaqib Hyder

The smile of a child lost in a conflict,
the wails of a mother echoing in my ears.

The cloak of a bride tainted red,
her groom's blood spilled all over.

The tears in the eyes of a mother in wait,
of his son disappeared in a moonless night.

A bony old face trampled by jackboots,
height of tyranny under the mighty chinars.

I remember the childhood caught in barbed wires,
I remember the blood of martyrs of my soil.

©Hyder