Today again they are sitting beside with their loved ones
Who are laying paley within coffin in winter sun
Waiting for justice of their dead heros
Having their hearts beating out of chest in sorrow
Their grey haired women losing hope each day
At the sight of merciless homicide of their sons all way
Their kids are getting orphan and losing their childhood
While living with fear to be killed on called being mourners in their adulthood
Their bow postered men are holding blood drench youth in hands
Waiting to bury many dreams and wishes in wet sand
They are never going to return ones who were concoler
They who were killed for being Twelvers
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Encapture Rhymes by Farwa Zehra
PoetryThis consist of my own written poems that I have written time to time now giving it a complete shape of a book
