School Blasted Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

With a blast opened the day
Like angel of death with sullen face
Sunken eyes and breathing fire
Of the sweet child’s dreams
In the breakfast the mother divine
With singular bright face
Death descended upon the school
His sanctuary of hope
His play ground now filled
With balls of flesh
The color of blood now given him
For the drawing of the red horse
Crying in the corner for the book
Burning into ashes he asks
What reply to the mother and the teacher
For the homework to complete by tomorrow

The teacher recollecting
His head in his arm bleeding to death
Into the flower pots that once were fed
With water clean and now streams
Of blood shall nurture the garden
A blast that the child has never heard
When he leans on the window
To see his blackened face
The angel of death descends in terror
No more no more shall he again
Hold the book that has burnt pages
Of fallen bricks like a hailstorm
Of flesh and stones from the heaven
With one eye the terror reigns

A man on a horse back like soldier Roman
With stick in hand for the vengeance of nature
Yet not finished when the innocence smashed
Behind the broken window hidden in tears
Take him to the camp comes the order
Help he needs and drugs for injuries
Into the camp and the womb of crime
He holds a gun for the mother lost
Freed from nears and dears and loved
Gun in hand he fights the war
He will die one day but what destruction
What ails us O Lord, for once listen
A dove of peace and stop playing
What muses you Lord let us know
The mother of the child prays in open
Before to the grave she grieves her son

Many and many like her died
In hope that one day spring shall come
To the valley of beauty and springs of love
Shams e Tabrez teach us some
Consolations in times when Rumi the great
Lies encircled by dervishes enchanting
A divine hand invisible shall rescue
Who else has answer to the riddle
The great game is unfolding
With terror this time as the next episode
31/12/2008