February 16th Incident
(Hazara Genocide)
Saturday, 16th’s vivacious evening
With slurps of tea, and my walk.
Straight ahead in hot dusty walk.
Voices of joy drummed my ears.
They bargained, sold, and purchased fruits.
I taught them peace with words, and love,
And carved their belief with pen.
His purpose was hiding in covers of death!
He approached (to) our blind imagination.
His bomb wildly tore my ears and even,
Broken windows of my classroom;
Died of restless war!
Bodies of life were torn in ashes!
Each body organ lost its life swimming in blood.
Breathless bodies lay around me under black sky!
I could still breathe my frozen breaths;
Walking home passing by ambulances.
Over the red dyed roads, and crying mothers.
My mom ran distances for fear of;
Finding me dead or frozen to life…
