Hope


They asked me to paint hope on canvas
I shuddered and painted it black .
they asked me to talk about hope
I stammered but my tongue was frozen
they asked me to write about hope
I let my pen kiss the paper
but , it left no mark
they asked me to listen what my heart saye
I felt numb and emotions sprang out
may be , hope is a void in mother’s eyes
A longing in father’s heart
a cry of separation in her words
a lost shadow in a group of friends.
I never knew the colour of hope
I never knew the words of hope
I never saw it painted across thr sky
I saw it all red , bleeding on streets
I saw it all in waiting
may be , hope is waiting
sorry , I am a Kashmiri
I don’t know what hope is like

~Sidra Nazir


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