at 3 in the cafe
the blast was done
killing and injuring, before they could run
i saw on the news, and rushed to the phone
to know if my friends, are all safe and sound
and when they said, today they are home
their day was off, maybe the luck was on
i felt so relieved, that they got saved
their parents were happy, their friends were fond!
that God saved them, from being blown
and then i saw, the people around
whose friends bodies
could not be found
they have been the victim of blast
and their lives were gone
their friends were crying
their weeping parents were around
then i felt what if, the ones who died
were my friends, or the relatives of mine
would i be so happy?
or my senses would flown?
i saw some happy
who escaped that time
and they were crying
whose friends were down...
[there was a terrorist attack on the International Islamic University on 21st october 2009 in Islamabad Pakistan killing innocent students]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem