Hopeless wait

‘’Don’t give me lessons as I do not need them anymore’’,

asserted the revered monarch of swallows.
‘but we are elites, the regal and cherished estate in our flight’,
protested chief clergy man .And , and! we are acquitted of all
bondages and barriers’.
‘My lord! I too share similar intentions with him’, said the old
landlord of swallows. He continues, ‘ apology but ‘that’ has
since long served as our native hometown.'Besides ,are, there
our valuable possessions, our caverns which we built them
after toiling hard days and harsh nights, our beautiful memoirs
and what not’.
‘Jambaltan’ (self concocted term used here to express
anger).Life never cares them who are callous unto it. It’s as if
going into the jaws of death’, the king finally poured out his
solicitude .
‘But your majesty , you allowed us last time as normal to visit
our land ‘the kashmir’ and I remember the moment very well
when you discoursed us rhetoric on the dome of “dargah”, the
old swallow somehow mustered courage and uttered.
‘It’s not every time favorable, going there and seething souls in
uncertain valley’, the king replied, alighting the throne. ‘I have
come to know a number of calamities cracked upon
unfortunate people’ the monarch stamped his swagger-stick
with aggressive gait and continued ‘ further there some
substantial inputs that the bulk import of internecine weapons
of hand shells, pavas, bullets and of course Pellet-guns which
came as catastrophic outcome .Pellet horror is devouring in
hundreds , bullets are piercing soft bosoms, chastity is violated,
houses are raised to grounds , students are caged similarly as
hunters cage us, and all this horror show is dramatized day in
and day out’.
In the back yard of this grand assembly two aged swallows
were exchanging gossips in these words: ‘there was a time
when we “the birds” were pelleted to death but thank god we
are now exempted and it turned to humans’.
‘Now no more aroma of socio-cultural harmony but the smell of
clotted blood spilled over walls and roads’, the king gasped
deep.
All the voices were growing louder. Fracas discussions,
premonitions and cacophonous din growing louder and louder
in assembly. In the mean time cronocks( the intellectual class)
scraped an important point ‘ what about our children, their
future and the seasonal education they were provided therein,
hitherto?’
In a no time all the mouths got gagged and a deep silence
prevailed .Ears got raised and eyes turned to their king. The
sagacious king judiciously proclaimed thus ‘ security of life
comes first. Let dance macabre end and coercion and
repression stop , obduracy shun and biased conditional
approaches convert into unconditional dialogues and let peace
and harmony prevail in minds and out. Until , I can’t afford to
see my people get lynched and squashed with a no fault of
theirs like downtrodden kashmiri's'.