Her voice echoed in eternity. While blood spattered from that small body On that notebook Lying on the floor Imprinting red palms on it. She heard them call out To the Almighty From the foggy little distant mosque She offered a prayer For the future A bright one.. For the children of God For the mothers who bore them Who don't have to wipe their own tears Where she could live for a hundred more years For their childhood The one spent.. Looking at a misty sunset That tastes like hope And feels like a dream With a privilege of coming true.