I will die of guilt
If I don't write even now
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
#PeshawarAttack #School
LAMENT OF SCHOOL BOY
My little body is drenched
With my own blood
My head is not with me
My body is shattered too
Now no one is able
To recognize me.
The cruel dyed
His filthy dreams
With my pink blood.
My bag is collected
By a policeman
That was reddish and burnt too.
My colours, my paintings
My ideas, my dreams
All demolished just with a blast.
What about that doctor?
A scientist, an artist
An officer or a socialist
Who dwelled inside me,
For the sake of humanity.
Is there anyone to reply?
My innocent question.
Courtesy: Hamza Hassan (A poet: My friend)
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