Honey

Friday, 19 December 2014

Poem:Terrorist hands..


like mist of evening dew
that nourishes young flowers
till they grow in scent and hue
you were children of the hour
your mothers nourished you
moment by moment
day to day
year to year
in your mother's laps
you had no fear
and terrorist's hands
took away
like sands in hands
you are the luckiest
O my kids!
who said yes on Allah's command!!!
Like a rock in the sea
These mothers'll proudly stand
for your deed
that is great and very grand!!!