Castles in the sand…
The amaranthine streams of tears
That runs down
her cheeks
Tiny hands that
were meant to build castles in the sand,
now wiping tears
….
The sandy
beaches,
A place for
family gathering,
Turned into a
burning pyre,
Crashing her
world apart …
Endless
fighting,
Endless waiting,
How many more
hands to wipe the tears?
How many more to
sacrifice their childhood?
How many more to
be denied love?
Before we stem
this tide of hatred.
Endless
questions,
The deep void in
her eyes refuses to fill itself
with diplomatic
excuses and
debates on
contexts and pretexts.
No words,
No loud protests
cheer her up.
She stands with
millions, yet alone
With her own
story of pain
A story that has
no voice…
A story that is
in her eyes,
The eyes that
saw it all…
When she was
making castles in the sand!
so much pain that the heart has been wrung dry no tears left...now to cry
ReplyDeleteI remember penning this down years ago after reading about the tragedy...my mind just couldn't accept it ...I cried like a baby ...
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