He opened his eyes that morning,
To never see daylight again
He slept on his mother's lap last night,
Not knowing that things would never be the same.
His high-five now frozen in time,
His laughter blown away by the wind;
His mother's glass shattering cry,
Hope, as cold as ice and just as thin.
Unfulfilled promises, unreachable dreams;
Unforgiving hate and blood curdling screams...
The football field lies empty,
No due games, no gossip shared.
The silence in the corridors plenty,
To make anyone deaf with despair!
He dreamed of peace last night,
Of a time with brighter days times ten...
He opened his eyes that morning,
To never see daylight again!
- Naila Najeeb.
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He lived in Peshawar.
PoetryThis poem is about the terrorist attack on the school in Peshawar, Pakistan. Hope ya'll like it. #RIP
