The students live in Peshawar
Which is city of flowers
University of terrorism.
The students don't know what is the religion
They don't understand about Jehad
Actually they have no interest on these...
They love cricket, football, hockey, athletics, cartoon, movie
They read literature, science, history, geography, mathematics
They respect humanism with their god gifted smile
They write poetry about nature...
Unfortunately they are killed by some rented learned killers
The students were not enemy of the killers...
Both are victims by naked politics
They become two faces of the world.
Believe me dear children
I am crying...
The soul of India is crying...
The Almighty is crying...
We are powerless in the world like you
We have only tears for you...
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
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