Tormented I am by thy news in Pak
Breached is my patience, how to have it baulked.
In the name of God, you have slaughtered His own tots,
Right in the school you have killed the innocent,
O merciless, of their age you had better thought.
What made you allow the mother to live?
Why God has bestowed eyes on me?
I wish, O God, to put to fire my sight.
O tyrants, was this place for an act of terror?
Had you heeded the call of your mother!
Unheard of such things, I have suffered this hurt.
A father screamed, "Oh! You have shattered my dream!
You have crushed the rose before it could bloom."
Never was it the age to put him in graveyard.
You mother appears to have fed you, not milk, but blood,
You must never have seen water, you have bathed in blood.
What genes you have inherited, now we must root them out.
My mind echoes with nothing but the sound of gunshots,
It echoes with the trauma that suffered the tiny tots.
They had gone with schoolbags, but now lie in shrouds.
I wish, O God, to write my heart out.
In your name were the children squeezed out.
Vashi asks who has taught you this, O terror brat?
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