The wind bellowed from the west
This young boy joined the rest
Without realizing what they are up to?
Followed them blindly just for fun
Poor fools were out to agitate
This boy thought they were out
On a picnic with banners in hand
And shouting the slogans, they are singing a new song.
In his naivety, he kept walking
Then suddenly something happened
And started a violent battle
And stones came out from their "Jholas"
Before the boy could realize what is happening
A hand came out, giving a stone to him
And with them all, he also threw the stone
Without knowing who he is hitting
When his attempt was greeted by tear gas
He thought it was another playful act
Yet it continued for hours and hours
The boy waited for this scene to end
From nowhere came a bullet straight
Hit the boy on his head and his body
Scrunched in a corner of iron bench
A pool of blood got clot beneath
His life ended like a playful joke
Nobody came forward to claim his body
He was naïve villager who came to the city
Then suddenly the drama unfolded
Came forward a mob motioning silently
Kneeled down and began a mock crying
To me they appeared some street entertainers
They showed crying faces for a photo session
The government announced a committee to investigate
God only knows what will be the outcome
Meaning of life I learned from there
Think twice before joining anywhere.
What a horrible story. Bullets against stones is inexcusable. I am saddened.
'His life ended like a playful joke Nobody came forward to claim his body He was naïve villager who came to the city Then suddenly the drama unfolded' Poignant, painful, but very real lines Aism.. I had actually seen certain groups taking kids in theie *protest*.. Maybe we would all do the world a favour if we kept kids out of these stuff that even adults barely understand.. Children deserve a childhood, not these kinds of things.. A very strong poem.. Perhaps one of your best poems.. Thank you for sharing.
Violence! With the problems thereafter. Thanks for sharing.
Poor boy and his innocence......a beautiful poem just fill with emotions and innocence.....thank you for sharing :)
His innocence killed not him but the hate on this earth killed him, so sad to note that precious life is taken away as if it has got no meaning, I condemn such killing, heartfelt poetry strongly worded, Asimji.
What a poignant read. Great depth. This is so true of life. It's a description of a protest demonstration apparently but on a deeper level, its a metaphor for life as well. Sometimes, you get punished for just your innocence n naivety. Oh, the irony of it. Too good for 10. Simply exceptional.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't find words to voice my anguish, An innocent life put to rest, An innocent act took his life and it is a shame for the entire humanity. When will this agitations stop and when is peace going to rule this world. I don't have answers and I know nor do you. All I know is an innocent life put to sleep for their own selfish motives. You have way with words Asim, you know how to put the message across.. Very sensitive poem...100 plus for bringing forth the truth.