Ask the sky,
that was hanging high
on my head on that day.
Ask the wind,
that had fallen silent, that day.
Ask those paddy plants
in the fields.
If possible,
even ask that road,
on which I had been dragged.
Could they feel my tears?
Could they hear my cry?
Could they feel my pain
that was howling inside my chest,
when they were touching it
with their filthy hands!
Ask them,
did the sky shed some tear drops for me!
Did the clouds become darker
and descended onto the earth
to wrap me up,
to cover my naked body!
Did the wind try to lull
my burning soul!
Did those plants under my body
(when they forced me down on them)
try to become a piece of cloth,
a comforting lap for me!
Did they mourn on that day,
on the death of humanity!
Because on that day,
along with me, my soul
a whole society was being dragged away,
paraded naked.
And the humanity died
in the broad day light!
And it was witnessed
by some mindless monsters,
whose souls were already dead.
Who were dead long before that day!!!
