Why Little Girl Screams – Manchester Bomb Blast

Why Little Girl Screams   Manchester Bomb Blast prose poem

Uploaded by Kishan Negi

An innocent small girl is crying on the roadside
her face seems very candid and
expressions look naïve, but
nobody knows the cause of her sadness and
and no one can ever feel
the hidden wounds inside her heart
Why does she scream?
Why does she shed painful tears?
Her eyes are tired of crying and
her tears are frozen
today there is no one to wipe her tears
maybe she is missing her childhood
when she used to insist on Barbie Doll
holding the fingers of her mother
and holding the hand of the father
used to chase butterflies in the garden
Used to kiss the droplets of rain
while floating a paper boat in the pond
Will her days come back?
Listening to mother’s lullaby at midnight
used to fly with the fairies in the blue sky
Maybe she is still crying
now her tears must be tired
she still is waiting for her parents to come
But she does not know that
her parents will never return
God has called them to heaven
because her parents, at the hands of cruel terrorism,
have been killed
in the Manchester Bomb Blast
on 22nd May 2017.
Let us pray that the soul of her parents
rest in piece!

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