This mysterious and uncanny silence,
The atrocities and sufferings
Children watching with innocence
Leaving all their childhood activities.
Steps are following with a terror,
With a clear inspection
Police force with their lined cannon
People, suffering, far beyond my expectations .
In their homes with a thunderstruck,
They know that their children will ask What is going on?
And they will tell as they hug tight
Don't worry, It'll be over soon
Their hearts will be in a great plight
In the search of the infant caterpillars in the monsoon
In such a delicate and charming childhood..
Surbhi Dadhich..
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
This mysterious and uncanny silence,
The atrocities and sufferings
Children watching with innocence
Leaving all their childhood activities.
Steps are following with a terror,
With a clear inspection
Police force with their lined cannon
People, suffering, far beyond my expectations .
In their homes with a thunderstruck,
They know that their children will ask What is going on?
And they will tell as they hug tight
Don't worry, It'll be over soon
Their hearts will be in a great plight
In the search of the infant caterpillars in the monsoon
In such a delicate and charming childhood..
Surbhi Dadhich..
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