The crying face of Aleppo.

Incessant tears are flowing from the eyes of Aleppo.
The knell of death can be sensed every day, every time
In the narrow and shadowy streets
In the dusty roads covered in thick grime
In the deserted market place
In the shops with shutters closed and blinds drawn.
The yore obliterated by the massive clouds of destruction.
A deafening silence resides in the dilapidated buildings.
Lifeless scaffoldings and houses smeared with soot.
Suffer helplessly the hard blows of air strikes, artillery, bombings, machine guns
Stand erect facing the grey sky.
The place which was once thronged with people
The schools which was once filled with laughter, thrills and exuberance
The playground which was once occupied by happy little voices and recklessness
Now forebode the augury of the war.
Now bear the air of heaviness.
Now lay jaded in the smother of fine particles.
Now rest with innumerable scars.
Aleppo under the vast sky, conquered by the demons, crosses its hands
Folds its arms and stands testimony to the ruins
To the sad helplessness and emptiness of innocent civilians
To the insanity of the monsters roaming around
To the fading of a whole city gradually reducing to dust.
Mauled by the beasts driven by hostility.
The empire burns down in flames.
Crumbles to bits in rubble.
The walls of hospitals smeared by the suffocating hot blood of innocent people.
The wall shaken by the wailing and sufferings
Of distraught mothers and fathers.
The walls dampened by their tears.
Sobs, painful screams and gasps soaked in the weakened walls.
Childhood no longer enchanting.
But buried and enshrouded in the debris covered in the entire city.
Children and toddlers soiled with blood and bruises on their soft body.
Their straw of hair disheveled. Their face baffled.
Blood oozing from their wounds pierced deep.
Their eyes which shine with the sparkle of little dreams
Now have seen the horrors of war
The savagery of heartless mankind.
Their wounded eyes do the speaking.
Their silence stretches,both telling and implacable.
They are being pulled from the wreckage of buildings by their anguished parents.
Their faces tell loud the stories of the nightmarish experiences.
Painstaking effort to resuscitate the half dead souls
To save scores of people hit by barrel bombs laced by chloride gas
Oxygen masks placed over the nose for the choking ones.
Wounds and injured parts swathed in bandages by shivering hands.
Innumerable civilians obliged to flee from their war torn homeland.
Exodus of refugees make desperate pleas to the veto power
To seek asylum in other lands.
They have no land to call their own.
No place to call home.
Some cross the sea route with hundreds of people in a small boat
Steering themselves to an unknown journey at sea.
Some cross the borders to reach the other side.
Waiting impatiently for a new lease of life.
Some battle hard from the huge waves overpowering their boat.
Some lose their lives from the sinking capsized boat.
Some get trapped in a shipwreck in the middle of the sea.
Some swim the ocean.
Some lay lifelessly at bay with recurrent waves splashing on them.
Some are left stranded in unknown island.
The sea seems a death trap
Like a jeopardy of lives, irretrievable loss for some.
The sea seems a beacon of hope and escape for others.
Some succumb to the perils of the deadly sea.
Some reach the shore after withstanding the dangers on the way.
The sufferings of people stoke the hostility of the warmongers.
Their incessant tears soothe their burning mind.
Their profound sadness fuels their machinations hatched.
Their despair feeds their mind.
Their demonical laughter gags the cries of the weakened.
The harrowing pictures of war and persecution
Register themselves in the bloodied pages of history.
Retaliation strikes strong.
Ceasefire, compromise, treaty of peace seems a distant dream.
Aleppo, the ancient metropolis
Now disfigured and besieged
Into a city of ruins.
Into a city of decay.
Aleppo could not stand the ravages of the war.
Incessant tears are flowing from the eyes of Aleppo.
And again it breaks our hearts
We feel the twinge and twitch.
And again we do nothing.
Albeit the scars and the scratches on the face of Aleppo moves us deeply
And again it has to face our indifference and aloofness.
And again we have failed to wipe its tears.
There is nobody by its side with succour.
It is shedding tears silently.
It is bearing the brunt of the scourge of an unfounded war
Somewhere alone.
Fading away in the shadows
In the bleak alleys
In the smashed roads
In the cramped quarters
And broken from within.