Black Days And Children Poem by Malik Suhail Gulal
Black Days And Children
In her recent mail, she wrote,
Your five year old son,
Called me and instead of greetings-
Exclaimed sadly,
" It is black day here again "
-His voice choked me!
I know, there are countless black days,
But, tell me please!
How come your children recognize them?
Have you circled them on your calendars
Or they feel this day must be black for us
Or days themselves talk to them?
Malik Suhail Gulal
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