There was a little girl
on a hospital bed
she was waiting for angels
don’t forget
wearing a white frock
eyes were wet
frock was half burnt
half bleeding red ....
...but she gathers all the courage that she has left and looks at the sky with hopeful eyes. She prays for the pain to go away, with faith in her heart that her efforts will not go in vain...
Clutching her doll to her arms
wiping the tears .in charm,
not knowing what’s happening around,
memory of people lying on ground
pearls didn’t have eyes to cry
arms cut, sounds were bruised, and words got shy,
she promised the doll. Celebrate her birthday tonight, a cake would be cut, the candles wait to blow...but they never got a light o o
departing fingers from mother
she had a last smile
with fainting faiths, crouching courage,
last seconds to go, wait for a while
please don let her go… I say
coming to our home they
standing on our the gate
wake up, before late
unite our blood stands
now day to day
throw them out, before comes a burning cloud
its east to say, its not my way
we shall shout, we shall kill, we shall hope to our will...
not 2 got away, existence is not a lie
come out of your closets....
don’t let the little girl say good bye.....
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