"Ammi! Ammi!", she cried in pain,
I held her tightly but all in vain.
I lay still before he could aim at me again,
I knew I had to save my friend from this strain.
No, I can't let her rosy dreams be nipped in the bud,
How will I, her soul sister, bury her in the mud!
And so I held her close in my arms rushing to the back door,
Soaring sounds of gunshots everywhere, I crawled on the floor.
Just then I heard a bloody Blackman coming behind me stealthily,
So, I hugged her tight while continuing to walk steadily.
The bloody blackman shot my friend mercilessly,
Even after I begged and prayed to them endlessly.
Alas! Another one came infront and shot her on the head,
My heart skipped a beat and I collapsed while she heavily bled.
She promised to travel the world with me in 80 days,
She loved Jules Verne's description and all his ways.
She said we will join the police to protect the frontiers of our nation,
Be the staunch sentinels on duty with full attention and devotion.
A speedy flashback ran infront of my teary eyes,
Of all those lovely days we shared our muffins and pies.
With all plans set, we talked about our dreams and desires,
Why did God then put our strong friendship on fire?
With red swollen eyes and aching heart, I pray to you, O thee!
I shall take revenge for my friend who meant the world to me.
Those bloody blackmen will never achieve their aims, I warn,
For every innocent child they kill, thousand more Malalas are born!
Note: Here is the story of two girls Mahira and Mushaira who were students of class 5 in the Army Public School in Peshawar where the terrorist attack occurred. The bloody blackmen is the way Mahira remembers the terrorists dressed in black attire.
I held her tightly but all in vain.
I lay still before he could aim at me again,
I knew I had to save my friend from this strain.
No, I can't let her rosy dreams be nipped in the bud,
How will I, her soul sister, bury her in the mud!
And so I held her close in my arms rushing to the back door,
Soaring sounds of gunshots everywhere, I crawled on the floor.
Just then I heard a bloody Blackman coming behind me stealthily,
So, I hugged her tight while continuing to walk steadily.
The bloody blackman shot my friend mercilessly,
Even after I begged and prayed to them endlessly.
Alas! Another one came infront and shot her on the head,
My heart skipped a beat and I collapsed while she heavily bled.
She promised to travel the world with me in 80 days,
She loved Jules Verne's description and all his ways.
She said we will join the police to protect the frontiers of our nation,
Be the staunch sentinels on duty with full attention and devotion.
A speedy flashback ran infront of my teary eyes,
Of all those lovely days we shared our muffins and pies.
With all plans set, we talked about our dreams and desires,
Why did God then put our strong friendship on fire?
With red swollen eyes and aching heart, I pray to you, O thee!
I shall take revenge for my friend who meant the world to me.
Those bloody blackmen will never achieve their aims, I warn,
For every innocent child they kill, thousand more Malalas are born!
Note: Here is the story of two girls Mahira and Mushaira who were students of class 5 in the Army Public School in Peshawar where the terrorist attack occurred. The bloody blackmen is the way Mahira remembers the terrorists dressed in black attire.
So intricately captured!
ReplyDeleteTouched. Deeply.
Thank you so much Jalnidh! I m glad you liked it. :)
ReplyDeleteGrievous and Splendid, Akshita.
ReplyDeleteThanks Binayak!
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