Iraqi Kid’s plea

Arts & Culture Poetry ( Intikhaab & Sho'ra-e-Gupshup)
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I watch them dig my grave
All gallant men so brave

With all their might and mien
I see them cinder glean

For them it is a game
Culling a face without a name
But I’m my mother’s son
Tell me is dying fun?

They promise me toys and shoes
Frilly clothes with varying hues
What use are toys with limbs gone?
Shall clothes my festering corpse don?

They see not my stifling fears?
My cheeks speckled with tears?
Or are they men of steel?
My behests not make them feel?

I’m told it’d be a cinch
I’ll hurt not nor flinch
But I know I’m going to cry
I don’t yet want to die!

Kill me not, oh please
Pray halt your hand
I’m just a child
Like children in your land!

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I feel sorry when I realise that this kid is not aware of the fact that the ppl he's tryin to communicate with are not only blind but also have no hearing ability.
but do know one thing that there is one force which is mighty powerfull and has knowldge of everything and can hear.

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Oh God... so touchy..

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… not even touchy but beautiful too … :k:

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It's so touchy.

May Allah protect all the muslims (Ameen).

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May Allah protect every one...

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Agreed…
May All Protect Everyone:flower1:…

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[QUOTE]
*Originally posted by MAREEZ_E_ISHQ: *
I feel sorry when I realise that this kid is not aware of the fact that the ppl he's tryin to communicate with are not only blind but also have no hearing ability.
but do know one thing that there is one force which is mighty powerfull and has knowldge of everything and can hear.
[/QUOTE]

-ditto-

Thanks Seema for sharing their grief.

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nice1:k: