The fire burnt wildly, the flames leapt high,
Their golden yellow tongue, seemed to touch the sky,
Through the thick black smoke, to freedom no birds could fly,
And on the ground below, all he could do was cry,
His feelings and emotions, to no one could tell,
True was now a fear, he could never before spell,
How come? What now? No matter how much he dwelt,
He would never get what did they do?
Why his family, for his sins got punished too?
In one single bomb, one suicide blast,
His one nightmare, had suddenly become true!
He was going to cause sorrow; cause a lot of pain,
Now with grief himself, he was lost and going insane,
But now that he had lost, agony was all he would gain,
He sat there now, sobbing away, all a big waste,
Everyone has to die, but why this way?
Those who are dead, are resting in peace,
However he would now live, and then die everyday.
Neesaun Naveed
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