Vivid and vibrant dreams were dying
Yet he was smiling, chilling and flying
Steadily, gloominess swaddled him whole
Yet he was so jovial and so was his soul
Perplexed I, went to investigate,
How could he be that content despite his unfortunate?
The scars on his heart won’t fade
To capture his smile, provide him aid!
Peer beyond his grin if you can
Such an agonizing character he is an.
Living among venomous serpents
Still the resistance he represents!
How can he operate such life at a young age?
Doesn’t he know he is enclosed in an Invisible cage?
Deprivations before him were laying
Oh Mahfooz! His vivid and vibrant dreams were dying
Yet he was smiling, chilling and flying.
(Author is the youngest columnist, novelist and a poet from District Ganderbal. He can be mailed at
