Peshawar Massacre ... A Mother's Thoughts
As I woke up to get my boy ready for
school,
I made sure to pack his favourite
snack.
Oh! But am I such a fool,
not to remember the deadly attack!?
As I succumb to a new chapter of
mourning,
I long for his gleaming eyes.
With my own eyes uncontrollably
pouring,
I hold on to his books and toys!
That innocent smile worth a thousand
unsaid words,
is now just a memory.
The government promises made through
a thousand spoken words;
seem nothing but temporary.
How can I forget that excitement,
for being gifted a toy car?
And that very indictment,
of emptying up the cookie jar?
The first day of school will never
be the same,
for this
sorrow inflicted heart.
I seem to have lost a purpose and aim,
as we are Heavens and Earth apart.
Folding the uniform yet again,
I kiss it goodbye,
Calming the hollowness within,
I stare at the sadly reflecting sky!
Overwhelmed by the deafening noise,
I glance through the door;
realising it is that of the school van,
that actually comes no more …
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