Apeshawari Mother's Cry Poem by ratnaprabha raykar

A Peshawari Mother's cry

How could it happen?
No, not to my son
his half eaten sandwich still on the table
his glass of milk half empty
the bang of his school van door
still echoing...
the towel in his bathroom still wet
how could it happen?
No, not to my son

His books strewn on his bed
his new birthday dress
still hanging in his closet
wanting to be worn
his new bag lying on the table
it could not happen
No, not to my son

His green badge, his blood strewn red bag,
the roll in his lunch box still warm
yes, its my son's
Yes! it did happen

Ratnaprabha R Raykar

This is written in the aftermath of the peshawar massacre of 132 children