Where to hide my little angel? ( Written in memory of those children who lost their precious lives recently due to terrorism around the world)

Demons reaped pleasure
again in the name of religion,
terror spreaded into the bones,
where to hide my little angel
who was born after many
years of penance, from 
these ruthless tyrants of life.

Many little graves were dug 
again who escaped from the fear,
their bodies bathed in blood 
laid to rest in peace,no tears 
nor cries they heard in the
dark grave of  butchery ,
All dreams laid cold to rest .

Places where hope is build
were the demons sanctuary,
lurked disguising as a healer 
of life,all masked mortals
 wandered in thirst of blood.
Many foolish brains were tinkered
to worship money and religion.

How shall i nurture my little
angel born yesterday in the
hope to feel a beautiful world, 
all she heard is the firing of guns,
little voices calling,”God help!” before gasping their
 last breath and sobbing of hopeless souls.
All she smelled was the smoke and
smell of burned skin and blood.

Could this be the future we want
to cherish where brutals danced in mirth?
How many innocent lives to be sacrificed
to hoist the flag of peace for humanity?
All what is left is few hungry mouths 
crippled ,shattered dreams,awaiting
their call to kiss goodbye to their loved.



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One Response to Where to hide my little angel? ( Written in memory of those children who lost their precious lives recently due to terrorism around the world)

  1. Dear Poetess Piusha Sing,
    My applause, my appreciation for the above poem

    ” Demons reaped pleasure
    again in the name of religion,
    terror spread into the bones,
    where to hide my little angel
    who was born after many
    years of penance, from
    these ruthless tyrants of life.

    (Extremely superb poetic narration of the recent killing of school children by terrorist attack)

    Many little graves were dug
    again who escaped from the fear,
    their body bathed in blood
    laid to rest in peace,no tears
    nor cries they heard in the
    dark grave of butchery ,
    All dreams laid cold to rest.

    (Killing innocent unarmed school children is a brutal crime, this is not a war. This is against all gospels or religions in the world)

    Places where hope is build
    were the demons sanctuary,
    lurked disguising as a healer
    of life,all masked mortals
    wandered in thirst of blood.
    Many foolish brains were tinkered
    to who served for money and religion.

    (Traumatic eyewitness narration revealed how students were forced to watch as bodies were burned beyond recognition. This attack has to be blamed and tough penance needs to be implements for those activists)

    How shall i nurture my little
    angel born yesterday in the
    hope to feel a beautiful world,
    all she heard is the firing of guns,
    little voices calling god help before gasping their
    last breath and sobbing of hopeless souls.
    All she smelled was the smoke and
    smell of burned skin and blood.

    (Children are gift from God; There is no right for anyone to kill innocent children, the poem is very appropriate and to the point, Congratulations to you dear Poetess Piusha Singh)

    Could this be the future we want
    to cherish where brutal dance in mirth?
    How many innocent lives to be sacrificed
    to hoist the flag of peace for humanity?
    All what is left is few hungry mouths
    crippled ,shattered dreams,awaiting
    their call to kiss goodbye to their loved.

    ( Please accept my congrats dear Poetess for depicting the horrible incident in a poetic format, I really appreciate your efforts in this regard.)

    BETWEEN THE LINES
    This is a poem at the right time and for the right cause, I am glad you wrote this, my special applause
    Killing innocent unarmed school children is a brutal crime, this is not a war, this is not -jihad, this is not human, this is against all kinds of isms and religions, this is purely inhuman!
    A teacher is believed to have been burned alive while her pupils were forced to watch as Taliban gunmen stormed a school in Pakistan in an apparent revenge attack for Malala Yousafzai winning the Nobel Peace Prize.
    Seven Taliban terrorists attacked the Army Public School in the north-western Pakistani city of Peshawar yesterday, slaughtering 132 children in the deadliest terrorist attack in the nation's history.
    Harrowing eyewitness accounts revealed how students were forced to watch as bodies were burned beyond recognition. Other survivors told how they played dead while insurgents scoured the school looking for children to shoot, before open fire indiscriminately – sometimes with smiles on their faces.

    The massacre was also said to be an act of revenge against the Pakistani army, which has been attempting to suppress the Pakistani Taliban in their North Waziristan tribal homelands over the past few months. Whatever may be the reason, this has given a shock to the world and I urge all nations to take care of their future citizens.

    Regards & Love
    WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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