Dec'14 (Just like any other December)//
Christmas feels all around.
Lights, love glowing in every single street,
No people shying away without the smiles,
No people carrying the weight of the world.
Lost people finding ways out,
People leaving houses to reach home.
The children barely young to speak out santa
are eagerly waiting for his gifts.
All of a sudden, sad poems don't seem to be sad anymore.
A hundred and more children had their last lesson
Many weren't taught about terrorism,
Some just saw sparklers in the last diwali,
Only a few could spell out humanity.
And even they weren't spared
With grenades in ribcages,
Darkest of evils in their minds
The cowards went on gunning down the innocents
From the classrom where that rhyme wasn't meant to be heard that day
To the one with the unending story, unfinished poems.
The inks spilled blood and yet they continued
Untill the children's screams turned into silence
And school into full of scattered dead bodies
Of a hundred children and more
Along with them a thousand more dreams.
And in the happiest time of the year,
Humanity died a thousand deaths. (In memory of Army public school Peshawar attacks, Pakistan)