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

Bakshimahfooz@gmail.com)