A dedication to the martyrs of Peshawar attack...
The sun appeared with its blazing shine
The day was pleasant and fine
Dew drops covering the grassy land
Fluttering butterflies over glinting sand
From flower to flower they were moving
Touching the roses as they were jigging
Sweet admirable fragrance of floret
The enchanted milieu of blushing aurora
As the day was rising florescent
Sunshine was bringing everything to effulgence
Little angles were getting ready for school
Sweaters they wearied as the day was cool
Radiant glow on angelic faces
Skilling they were like blossoming roses
Rushing towards discipline they haste
Carrying tiffin according to their tastes
Parting from mothers and saying farewell
They had to reach school before ringing of the bell
At last the bell rang and they gather
Rightly dressed up according to the weather
Standing in ques with admirable conduct
and beautiful order like cavalry men
Raising little hands in making this pray
That may God enlighten them like a bright day
With the power of knowledge and proficiency
May they be blessed with tremendous efficiency
At once a massive loud noise was heard
Like a huge blast of volcanic thunder
An awful fire crack emerged
And with dense white fumes everything was blurred
Ear splitting that noise was blatant
Dreadful it was and much strident
Soon there were corpuscles of bodies
Scattered everywhere like dead autumn leaves
Cries in affliction were there too
As hideous was acted by foe
the one who is dammed and fulminated
Beast for humanity ever imprecated
Blooming flowers were plucked with cruelty
Little flowers were treated with brutality
Little immaculate they were insane
Martyrs they were their souls are not profane
Slept they forever
as they would return never
Sinless they are their blood is pure
But to the agony of their families
there is no cure
Except patience, believe and hope for justice
From that Eternal Providence
Who is All Powerful
Harmless they were whose blood was shed
But earth takes revenge as it is well said
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