Martyrs Of Pahalgam Poem by Plabita Bhaskar

Martyrs of Pahalgam

Shot, beheaded, murdered.
A metaphor of life, animosity and death
Painted in black, the dark sky has fallen.
A man most vehement, ought not die.
Your coherent demurral axed at the scaffold of vice.
Your ardent display of valor.
You ought not die.
Your blood drenched, burnt immolation.
Illuminated the nationwide.
But the conundrum merges elsewhere.
Was your life worth taking? ?
Was it all to wake the gruesome Govt.? ?
No! ! Brother you ought not die.

Aghast mankind! Awestruck humanity! !
Thousands of skeptical eyes quest for rights...
Quest to axe the bearer of your plight.
While an awful tomorrow bitterly waits by.
The savagery is like bred- in-the- bone.
The lethal war has just begun.
The howl of the wind, whispers man's feat.
See this call, this zeal, this boom.
Your death ignites us all.
Let your mortal soul witness this robust ignition.
Crown yourself the glory of valor...
Dear brother! You ought not die...


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