Polka dots of green
cascading down a celestial sphere.
Storming through the wind,
targeting terrorist(juveniles)
without any mercy...
Retaliating with stones,
you showered us with missiles.
Blooming our fields
with orange mushrooms,
decorating azure sky with
fireworks of adolescents.
Crowning my son with bullets,
a red carpet grass is paved
for me to honor this 'Glory'.
Paralyzing my tears,
as I witnessed my prince sitting
peacefully on his deadly throne;
departing prematurely
before rising as a King.
Ambitious dreams vanish
into the morning light,
collapsing all hopes for tomorrow.
As ash flakes gently kissed my face,
crystal driblets roll down in solitude.
Enmity fills the heart towards the enemy.
Tell me! What did we do to deserve this?
Did we invade your soil and
take away your seeds?
Centuries old liquid
Is that what you're after?
Doing whatever it takes,
even if it means silencing the breathing?
How could you say
that we took away your son?
When it was you
who extinguish the rays of our sun!