Wednesday, December 17, 2014

There Are No Monsters Under The Bed My Darling

And so she went, this morning, like every morning.
Her hair tied up in two neat little ponytails,
A smile on her lips and a large, heavy school bag.
I smiled and waved out to her as she got in the bus.

My day was as ordinary as any other.
I had tea with friends and a book I read.
Not one to turn on the idiot box in the mornings,
I did so today, don't ask me why...

My heart sank as I saw a familiar building,
A building I saw at least four times a year
At least two PTA Meetings..
One Sports Day and an Annual Day

And that was yesterday.
Today, my life is empty.
My soul is dead.
I feel nothing.
I do nothing.
I think nothing.

She doesn't smile at me any more
And I feel nothing.
I am as dead as she.
I am as dead as you.


NOTE: This is my very small dedication to over a 100 little souls that were lost yesterday at the Army Public School in Peshawar, Pakistan killed by Taliban monsters in the name of religion. I cry as I write this yet I cannot refrain from writing it. There is nothing that can set this right. The world is not in order. Not one bit.



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