Lifeless hearts, full of hatred,
Taken for a ride by a Satan appearing sacred.
The sufferings of a community replayed for small gain,
Hiding many emotions and a nation’s pain.
Unveiling stories seldom brings change,
What cannot be corrected, often ends in vain.
A magnitude of atrocities committed under the sun,
A tale with altered lyrics presented for timely fun.
The truth shall arrive and falsehood perish,
When narration replaces fiction for all to cherish.
Sahir Mir is a Delhi-based professional writer from Kashmir.