Frozen faces?
Don’t mistake them for stones
They are the faces of humanity
They tell the untold misery.
Sunburnt and sunken?
Don’t judge their color
They are unsung heroes
Tortured souls who refused to give up.
Ask the village elders
Their valor shines in their faces
They earned your freedom
They exemplify human values.
Sacrosanct sentinels of eons
Conceal sagas of savagery
Living reminders of venom
That is fed into human blood.
Wild flowers bloom around them
Comforting their distressed hearts
That still beat for those
Who value free thoughts.
© Balroop Singh
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