They have a dream to go Heaven ...
Where every season covers the grief
Where rains of blood flow from teens.
Where angles wore dress of death.
Where pains are buried in every chest.
Where no Mother wants to born a Son.
Where every toy is named as Gun...
Where mercy is cursed upon us.
Where eyes are covered with darkness.
Where fearfull intrigues thunder over the ages.
Where Terror is name of every Innocent face.
How much can I write
Peace of My Paradise
My pen also cries
With every finishing line.
You may think I am lieing
come and relish
The delightfull pleasure in
The Land Of Woe...
By :Mina Rashid