The vow of silence. <br />Terrorism across the border, <br />Innocents killed, <br />Their lives hung on the politics of a failed state, <br />Drying in the sun of apathy. <br />Waiting for a shrivelled slow death, <br />At the hands of brutal idiocy. <br /> <br />We cannot talk to Pakistan. <br />Neither can we listen to our own people. <br />Nor shall Pakistan stop its terror vending machines, <br />We will not hit them, because it costs us more, <br />Lot more than the dead futures of those maimed and murdered, <br />It risks the future of our children who will be spared, <br />Of the mindless massacre. <br /> <br />Our decision to not talk, <br />Pakistan's to not listen, <br />Ours to be deaf to them, <br />Theirs to be a dead Democracy, <br />Ours to be a Democracy, <br />Wheeled in to the Out Patients Department <br />Of a Government run hospital, <br />No doctors, no one to attend, <br />Bleed to death, <br />At the hands of apathy. <br /> <br />Mothers on both sides, <br />Think of what shall become, <br />Of the child that grows <br />In their wombs. <br />Fathers prance around, <br />Like tigers in a cage, <br />Some take to guns, <br />Some to silence. <br /> <br />The child yet born, <br />Is left forlorn <br />To find his own, <br />Between a dead and a comatose <br />Democracy.<br /><br />Hardik Vaidya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mouna-vrata-the-vow-of-silence/
