Months later
The town
On the bank
Of river Indus
That I wanted
To paint
With divine colors
On a canvas
From heaven
Has been
Painted red
With terror
With blood
With human flesh
The children
That I wanted
To see the town
With
Their eyes
Have all been killed
Brutally
Whose fault
Whose act
Whose responsibility
No one knows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's a pity as this goes on and on everywhere in the world...pity, each of our faces has smear of blood...