10/04/2026
The Cry No One Heard
-Sayd
At Khan Jahan Ali Shrine, beneath the silent sky,
A helpless soul lay trembling, too weak to even cry.
A dog with bound and broken legs, eyes filled with fear and pain,
Begging not for mercy loud—but hope, so not in vain.
Its breath was slow, its body bruised, its spirit barely alive,
Yet in its gaze, a question burned—“Will kindness still survive?”
But hearts turned cold, and eyes turned blind,
As cruelty took its place,
And laughter rose where tears should fall—
A shame upon the human race.
They gathered close with cameras raised,
Not hands to set it free,
But hands that chose to capture pain—
A dark, inhuman decree.
No voice spoke up, no soul stepped in,
No courage dared to stand,
As death approached that fragile life
By unforgiving hands.
O where was love? Where was grace?
Where did compassion go?
Did conscience fade that very day,
Or did it never grow?
A life is life—no matter form,
No matter shape or name,
The right to live, to breathe, to feel,
Belongs to all the same.
Let this not fade like passing wind,
Let hearts awake once more,
For every silent suffering soul
That we have ignored before.
May we be human—not in face,
But in the things we do,
For kindness is the truest faith,
And mercy makes us true.
