Peshawar massacre


The Peshawar massacre,
The air was still that day,
and the next day,
and even after the next day
The deafening silence,
The heavy fog
even at noon
As if the nature was
covering and protecting
the world
from the merciless humans…
The flowers never blossomed,
The trees mourned,
The sun refused to smile
It was cold
So cold,
as if your heart is
being ripped apart
The cold bloodshed…


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