I never thought about writing a poem as I only like to read but recently after Peshawar attack, I have an urge to express it in words but still it is impossible to describe the pain in few verses.
O' my Lord
The lust of heaven
For the sake of chasing eternal serendipity
The hounds drained their blood.
Like a flower
They bloomed, they withered and didn't last.
The darkest hour
Never hopes for the dawn
In that moment, life shuddered
And walked towards the valley of death.
Unlike a first-born's cry
The mother was oblivious
To her child sobbing in the silence
She wept in vain.
Up on the heaven's boulevard
While watching the stars
She sings a lullaby
'Come my child
The hurt has passed'
Sweeter melodies, unheard forever.
O' my Lord
The lust of heaven
For the sake of chasing eternal serendipity
The hounds drained their blood.
Like a flower
They bloomed, they withered and didn't last.
The darkest hour
Never hopes for the dawn
In that moment, life shuddered
And walked towards the valley of death.
Unlike a first-born's cry
The mother was oblivious
To her child sobbing in the silence
She wept in vain.
Up on the heaven's boulevard
While watching the stars
She sings a lullaby
'Come my child
The hurt has passed'
Sweeter melodies, unheard forever.
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