Twinkle Not Little Star

Thariq Is to be up on Sky glittering as a star But his fate his name to be with his birth registrar Thariq Not of tricks But a sick of Autistic Just seen His fourteen Mother to leave Letting his father to relieve A sportsman turned salesman His father Sweating hard for his son’s wellbeing further Breaking the dark in a day of locked down In Dharga Town Thariq walked in the time day passing down town In a state of physically his mind came down In a police post at a junction The curfew made it a lonely location Thariq drew the police attention To beat,to bleed the agony how to mention? Beyond the child’s repeated objection Thariq fell down like a star wounded Burned down not but turned down Thariq the sick,was in a state of critic In the hands of police behaved lunatic Forgetting their oath to be patriotic Public torture all what the complain In assault of police going mental pain He cried of pain Beating again and again like with a chain In the enviers of catching virus News caught via media making it viral One to no Mother More mothers to join One to only father Further to come on line To bear all his pain asking where is mine? To the one in his puberty To share his poverty To bring to books all guilty To see his smile in his prosperity To give to his affairs a top priority To think to be with him is their responsibility To go down for him to pray Allah the almighty What happened to Thariq is a matter of shy The grace of God to all comes from Sky He is near like a star to one comes in cry How blessed Thariq to make his eyes wet God dry?