16th December,2014
I stroll lonely in the alley full of blood
A place where salted water of tears,
and noise of blasts is all common
Where death is more usual than life itself
Smiling through pain is a pathetic struggle
Where children laugh without childhood
Where bullets make the loudest noise and children are their victims
They see death hugging them and yet they smile
Their wishes are as innocent as their bodies
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