With the brisk dawn, The red vermillion was spreading along the lawn, Eyes opened wide only to realize, he was long gone, Caressing the cold sheets…. no hopes, but still.
His mischievous eyes but innocent smiles, Just to hear him, I can run a thousand miles, I’ll make your favorite dishes, gather your toys in piles; Please….. Come back to be once again.
I regret the day, I woke you up at five, Getting you ready for school despite your excuses, bidding you goodbye; I desperately want to go back in time to believe all your lies, But alas! Life doesn’t look back but I’m stuck in rewind.
Waking up in the middle of night drenched in sweat and tears, Grasping for air as I remember you screaming in fear, Trying to reach for you to hold you near Acceptance so hard that you are not there.
Misty eyes search for you in pain, Distracted senses no more to lose nor gain; I scream, I cry, trying to remain sane but all in vain I break down…again and again…..
I found his body, among 100’s like him, With blood drenched shirt; no heartbeat, Eyes open but lacking the usual heat Left me forever, no way to meet; Feet trembling, wet lashes, courage so low, bidding the last goodbye….
I’ve borne so much but this is the extreme, Seeing your son’s coffin be lowered underneath, Why couldn’t it have been me? Why couldn’t it have been me?
Tears fall every day, For the innocent victims of Peshawar and always may, Every December 16 will hear the parent’s say, “Son… Will be please not go to school today?”
Todays poetry contest entry was written by Mandira Panta
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