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Dreams Dare Not Come
A Tribute to the kids of Peshawar
With one stroke someone broke the delicate vases
Into pieces that were so intact just before a moment.
With one stroke someone filled the air with all poison
That the environment has become so suffocating to live.
With one stroke someone has devastated the garden
That sweet fragrance now has turned into the foul smell.
With one stroke someone has robbed of beautiful sight
Wherever eyes go, nothing but sheer darkness dwells.
With one stroke someone has taken away all breathing
That life seems nothing but a deaf rock sitting stupor.
Will someone tell why someone snatches the laughter
That one cannot live without and cannot think without.
Can there be more precious a gem like the innocent smile
Of a kid that makes this insipid life heaven on earth itself.
Can there be more deep an ocean like the pulsating heart
Of a kid that rocked the heart of mom and gladdened dad.
What happiness and heaven one finds in all distractions
When kids have all that can be felt in the kingdom of God.
The whole wealth of the world and the mere touch of a kid
Can there be more blissful to find and more worthy to earn.
Why someone forgets that he too was an innocent child
And was hugged and loved more than beats of the heart.
With one stroke someone plunges into the deep abyss
With one stroke one creates the dreaded hell on earth.
No one but who lost the treasure that they possessed
Can fathom the worth what it was, and the bliss it was !
Why someone spreads such venom with the evil fangs
That mind dreads to think and dreams dare not come !
© Harish Mamgain