In the morning
On eid day
Blessings from mother
New clothes
After one year
Prayers time
House cleaned
Some guests coming
Preparation for cooking
The small children
Prayers
Sacrifice
A blast is heard
What happened
Sacrifice done
Bloodshed
Cries
New clothes
Blood stained
My little children
My house still
Has the scent
Of new clothes
Suddenness
Dead bodies
All killed
But why me
The politician
Power corridors
But why me
Ideology
I have one
But why me
Sacrifice
Whose blood
Whose meat
But why me
Explain
Reasons
Why me
Oh dear, why indeed? This is very difficult to imagine but shows what sensitive times we live in. I hope this is not your family Sadiqullah. Well expressed sentiments. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice sensitive piece...resembles my poem..'Oh God Why me? ? ' the festive season you have drawn is so touching and then the tragedy....yes why me? ? ? ...why it all happens to the humble ones? ? ? , why we become the puppets in the hands of power? ? ? ...a heart touching treat.. **Abha**