Sighs from the paradise
Go tell them they bartered your legacy away, For a fleeting illusion, a moment of play. They traded your blood just to sweeten their wine, And offered your sacrifice at a traitor's shrine. Go tell them the sisters, once modest and proud, Have let down their scarves to be seen by the crowd— To catch the cold eye of the ones who betrayed, While the honor you died for is bartered and weighed. The valleys that echoed with prayers at the dawn, Are drowned out by songs now, the sanctity gone. And the world looks upon us and smiles at the pain, Rejoicing to see your sad mother in vain. Go tell them the leaders who promised to stand, Are soldiers today for the oppressor’s hand; They decorated stages with the blood that you shed, And built their own triumphs on the backs of the dead. Now only the faithful are suffering deep, The ones who still carry your sorrows and weep. Even our grief is a crime in their spheres— For our eyes have been caged, Lest we shed you our tears. By saathi shahid....
