The Butchered Flowers- Poetry by Meetu N
Everywhere I look, I see only death
Weeping mothers, shattered fathers
Pale faces masked with shock, anger and grief
Watching with horror the realization of worst fears
Who made all hell break loose?
Why did little children only they choose?
These budding flowers were mercilessly crushed
Unbroken voices of innocence so brutally hushed
To what end for what purpose was this fury unleashed
The act was surely not of men but of some crazy beasts
Whose cold dead hearts could bear the loud screams of pain?
As the children cried and died not for a cause but just in vain!
What was achieved what was taught by this cowardly bloodbath?
A wailing mother asks all those who are on the so called “holy warpath”
But none is there to answer her, not even those who have just robbed her
Of the most valuable treasure of life and left her lost without any anchor!