My dreams surpassing the cloudy sky
My hopes reaching surprisingly high
My heartbeats, scared of being put to end
My goal, to breathe another second.

But its there, right above my head
In the sky, where my dreams are spread.
Its there, ready to fall
As here, I curl up into a ball.

The height of my hopes comes crashing on me
There is no chance, no space to flee.
At my beloved ones, I glance one last time
Their faces mirror emotions, similar to mine.

And then, the next second, it falls
Boom, shatters the bomb as death calls.
Dreams become clouds of smoke
While our souls, on our own ashes choke.

Heartless cowards, or are their hearts cunning pieces of flesh,
They start from killing the dreams built fresh.
Why is the poison dropped always from the sky?
They cut the wings of hope, before it could fly.

My body burns, but my soul is at peace
In front of their Lord, they'd pay a heavy fees.
While we'd be raised as a group of shaheed
They, in the pits of fire, will be buried.

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This, I wrote, as a voice of a child, a cry of a child,
An innocent whose life is taken away without reason...
It always leaves my heart breaking, those people are cunning enough to destroy people from the very beginning... Like, dropping bombs from the sky.
How inhumane???
They know, people raise their heads towards the sky as they make prayers, build hopes, make promises, build dreams..
Sky is the most peaceful sight, yet, how cruel of them to take that away from people..
It breaks me that the people of Syria, Gaza or wherever in the world have to be scared of the sky.
The pure sky that they pollute with disastrous planes and bombing machines..