Gaaza Poem by Meraj Ahmed

Amidst the roar, silence spoke.

Underneath the dark night
Of shining stars, are three innocent faces,
With worn out attires, silent lips and
Frightened eyes.
And their silence spoke
To the heavens above;
Wars to these faces?
Who are yet to see love.

When the moon was yet to shine,
These faces shrank in darkness.
But still a table, far from here, served wine
To the conspirers of this ‘fair war'.
Who on their cozy chairs
Discusses to drink the whole jar,
After winning the ‘fair war'.

The guilt of these faces?
Not yet known,
But some says,
" they were born under that heaven,
Which never came in the Jewish zone."