bleeding wounds of Peshawar massacre

Posted by: Tanveer Rauf on: December 19, 2016

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in memory of Army Public School’s students and teachers brutally martyred two years back on 16th December

WHICH SKY DOES GOD LIVE!
Often in news papers
When I see the blood tinges dancing in words
Early in the morning——-can’t resist to ponder
Which sky does God Live?
I ask myself
I ask everyone
A deep silence
Mocks me
But today——
Seeing so many flowers laid in coffins
I realized dripping of blood’s worth —–
Blossoming roses and their dearth
A nightingale’s melancholy chant
A cuckoo’s disheartening chant
I realized then———
Which sky the God lives
Now I don’t ask any one
Which sky does God live

 

Tags: Army Public School, God, love, martyrs, Najma Mansoor, nightingale, silence