A Pakistani Child’s Child-Hood

Harmless mischief and chaffs,
Slowly dwindle in little souls with withering laughs,
Smiles disapper replaced by streaming tears,
Peering wide with fear of the unknown residing in their eyes,
Awaiting an uncertain future,
Minds rolling with unanswered questions,
Stomachs filled with hunger pangs,
Beggining for peace and happiness are their tiny hands,
By over-flying drones,
Blood and deaths,
Bombs and threats,
Their home is torn asunder
Each child-hood carefully plundred

– Hafsa Khawaja

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