The peace gazing the sky
Was shot down in a second
A child was hiding in the corner
He was there as the lone mourner!
The age in which he must be in a park
The age in which he must be playing in mud
In that age was deprived of food
In that age he was exposed to the river of blood!
Playground was converted into battle field
He was not allowed to dream
Future was stolen in horror
In that age he had to bow down to terror!
It is not only about Paris
Or about Syria,India or any particular place
It is about us
It is about the evilness of terrorism that we face!
Terrorism is like a forest fire
It spreads like the scare
It will leave you in confusion
You will only see destruction!
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PoesíaThe smile we let the other see while we are dying a little everyday.. The collection of poems hard and clear about what hurts Orginal and selfwritten.
