Mehkashaan! Khumey meh munh say lagaaye hee baney;

Na sataish ki tamanna, na silay ki parvah;

I feel entrapped, just like you do;

You by your acts, and I by you;

You target me, yet you are blind;

Product of an imprisoned mind;

Your freedom comes, with your last breath;

For me, when I escape from death;

No questions asked, when you will die;

Those mourning me, will question why;

Evil triumphs, snuffs out the flame;

Our answers are, always the same;

Have fortitude, need to be strong;

We’ll find out why, and what went wrong;

Engrossed in these, macabre thoughts;

Saw him fire, two lethal shots;

My neighbour slumped, limp by my side;

Awaited, winced, no where to hide;

Closed my eyes tight, prayed silently;

The next one might, be meant for me;

Each moment held my destiny;

Amidst this dance of savagery;

Get up and move, stand by the wall;

Shaken by his rough, rasping call;

Felt death shuffle, with slothful moves;

We dragged ourselves, with bloodstained shoes;

Lined ourselves up, against the wall;

Wanted to make, just one call;

To tell you that, all roads are blocked;

I’ll miss you till, my heartbeat stops;

Tell kiiddos, that I won’t be there;

To help them walk, ahead with care;

I never knew, at death I’ll face;

Bullets, and not a warm embrace;

Daring to look, I saw him smirk;

Knew that he soon, would go berserk;

They laughed as if, this was a game;

And mockingly, gave it a name;

Called it ‘Nine-Pins’;

Ready to fall their, weapons aimed;

To make the call;

From one side his, comrade would shoot;

From the other end, he will follow suit;

I heard the sound, of gunshots when;

I fell, before the count of ten;

Thought I was dead, yet was surprised;

Lay still, buried, opened my eyes;

The sounds of boots, peels of delight;

Their trophy was, this deathly sight;

As I passed out, felt someone kick;

Faintly remember, a camera’s click;

Felt trapped, in Satan’s vile embrace;

Confronted death, right in the face;

Wondered if I was, still alive;

No reason for me, to survive;

He leaves this choice, to those who kill;

Comfort ourselves, as being God’s will;

This terror strike, was not His call;

When they should those, beside me fall.