SWAT
Standing in the queue
and waiting for my turn..
My memories fly back to a small house
With lush gardens and flower streams
My mother’s calling for meal
Playing with my friends and running in the fields
Here I am lost in my dreams
Packed in a small room is my family waiting for food
My feet are sour, my limbs are weary
Gone are the gardens and the flowing streams
The laughters, the gatherings and my little dreams
Gone is the school, the books and bags
Friends and family are now in rags….
Standing in a queue and waiting for my turn
Here I am lost in my dreams
Waiting for my mother calling for meal!
This impressive poem is written by Maheen Hashmi, a student of class 7 at OPF Girls College, Islamabad. It brought tears to my eyes thinking how these little kids are effected and their thoughts and dreams are shattered. May Allah brings peace back to our country. May our kids have their dreams back. May our kids play and go to schools with no bomb threats. May all the IDP kids go back to their homes with lush gardens and flower streams……..Ameen.
