(A tribute to the Martyrs of the APS Peshawar, Pakistan incident on December 16th, 2014. One-hundred and thirty innocent students were killed mercilessly in a school by terrorists. The least I can do)
There is a cold chill in the air
My hands frozen,
there is a thrill in the air
Clouds come rushing to this land
Rain may fall tonight, and,
The river will flow again
In the valley floor red.
And,
Not a day ago
The valley was full
With blood
Of people on the hill
Who died seeing death
Eye to eye; which fill
Their hearts with fears
And my eyes with tears
And I can not bear
The valley floor red
And,
Listen
The red will wash away
When the rain falls tonight
Cry not yet
Cause all will forget
The little lives lost
In time; be happy
For they are with the Host
Of the worlds and all
Who'll make this rain fall
In the valley floor red
And
You cry
When they are forgotten
And
You try
To work life out of death
From dawn till sunset
But people forget
No hearts will burn
No lesson will they learn
No people will turn
To the valley floor red
©BilalKhan
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PoetryA poetry book on nature's beauty and it's relation to God. But it includes pretty much everything there can be in a man's life.
