Sorrow Not Mine

You know how you think about something so much, you feel as if you’ve started obsessing over it? That is exactly how I’m feeling these days. There’s just so much violence on the news, I can’t help but realize that it has become a sort of lens for me. I can’t see anything anymore, without thinking about death and loss.
I have become obsessed, it appears. I cannot tell if it is self-inflicted or media-induced.
A school going van reminds me of Peshawer APS students.
A group of laborers sitting on the roadside, jobless, reminds me of the lives lost in the factory burnt in Karachi.
A man walking along the road alone reminds me of the daily toll of lives lost by unknown persons hitting and running on personal vendettas.
I want to do something, so I decided to write about it.

*~*~*~*~*
What if I told you
that every breath you took
meant Someone died
Would you stop for 
maybe one second
and feel a Sharp
Pain in your chest
What if I told you
Someone died
in your backyard
Would you Stop for 
maybe one second
and feel a sharp 
pain in your Chest?
The Impact their departure
should leave on Us
Drowns
beneath stamped words on
Cheap sheets
fluttering on the Roadside
maybe even
your own backyard
A mere Annoyance
For them, I take up 
my Pen
in the hopes that They
are Remembered again
Every life unjustly Lost
should not be mourned
by loved ones Alone
What use is it to be human
If we do not use our Hearts
to feel Pain that is not ours?
For them I bleed
on Pristine white paper
and mourn for
a Sorrow 
that is not only mine
but all of Humanity’s
*~*~*~*~*

I’m writing it >>here<<. Would you like me to upload the chapters I write on this blog? Let me know.

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Author: Kanra Khan

I'm a Pakistani American student of medicine, or more precisely, an almost-graduate of MBBS Class of 2019. I like to write about my experiences in med school and my adventures in life, which range from traveling, to art, to blogging and photography. Like what you're seeing so far? Consider exploring a bit more! The Lunar Descent is endless.

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