Success can tempt the mind to pride, but failure humbles the heart. From pride we learn to stand tall, but from humility we learn to grow.
Yes, we are being killed sinless
By these homicidal blackguards
No liberality, no clemency
Foreshadowed repeatedly
No pointer of generosity
Yes, the anecdote belongs
To the bleeding paradise
But annulled and fictitious
By these inhuman crown headed
No hearers of the heart-rending story
No acknowledgement for the screech
Yes, the peace is effaced
From the fiery territory
The lifeblood of the guiltless
Flowing like an unceasing river
The tears of all mothers resonating
But nowt curiosity of consciousness
The undisclosed pain of all fathers
Decaying them soundlessly
The brothers & sisters whimpering
And their mewl narrowly observed
Yes, the tale belongs
To the roaring kashmir
Where humanity is buried
Underneath the terra firma
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