A little kid she was,
with ten years of age
She woke up one April morning,
for school to leave,
She washed up her angelic face,
Brushed her little teeth,
And fixed her silky black hair
Running to her mom she asked,
"Mammy, shall I pray or eat first?"
"No sweety, prayers come first."
She prayed and for breakfast she sat.
****
The school bus horn blew outside
"Mammy, it is time to say goodbye"
She kissed her mom
Woke up her dad,
Grabbed her school bag
And with her sisters she left
She got into the bus...
As usual singing, laughing
Showing her friends the apples,
chocolate and the food she had.
The kids chattering excitedly
and whispering
About the teachers in school
The guardian and the friends
Then all of the sudden,
A tense moment of silence spread
Their mouths hanged open
And the color their face left
****
What’s going on?"they asked"
The same bus,
They take daily for school
At the village’s exit,
With unusual speed moved
"No, No it can’t be
The driver will never
Increase the speed,
We always asked him to do
And he never did!!
Why now he is?"
******
The warning came!!!!!
The bus driver desperately announced
"Little kids, in danger we are
Please sit on the floor
And with your hands grab the iron bars"
The little kids
On the floor they sat
And to the Heavens
Their humble, innocent pleas raised
Oh Gracious God,
Kids watching death with their eyes?
How it feels??
The little kid beside her sisters sat
And the few almonds in her hand she had
Gave them to her sisters to eat
How sweet you were
And it was a moment when
A loud scream struck the sky...
It woke me up from a dream
A dead and red pigeon
is in my brothers’ hands?!!
And a beautiful colorful bird
In heaven stands?
The same scream...
Make her mom run to the street
And her grandma from the balcony leap
They knew nothing
But they are Mothers.
They feel!!!!!!!
****
Screams, Screams,
As thunder struck the sky
The news spread everywhere
The parents rushed to see their kids
lying under the bus with fear
All were alive but not she
…
Her head was beside her sisters
They are fine
But not she
…
All Alive
But not she
...
Life ceased there on a scene
A mother with a broken heart
How it feels?
On the street she knelt
With her daughter
On her lap, dead
God, how it feels??
These are the last moments
Her daughter can see
With running tears,
And broken heart
Embraced her kid
Close to her heart
how much she wished
she can again breathe
"Take my heart and breathe
Take my heart and say
One single word, not more, please
please...........please
"God don’t take her away from me"
****
She carried her
Between her arms
on her feet
Back to the house!
Where she had the last kiss
She laid her on the little bed
And there above her head
She sat playing with her hair
"No she can’t be dead"
****
She didn’t want to leave her
But they did take her to a different bed
Her mom’s soul was ripped apart
And no one can, could or would
repair
She still visits her
Talk to her about school
And how much she misses her[
****
It had been for three years
But always feels today to me
And the best days
is when she visits
me in the dreams.
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A little kid she was,
with ten years of age
She woke up one April morning,
for school to leave,
She washed up her angelic face,
Brushed her little teeth,
And fixed her silky black hair
Running to her mom she asked,
"Mammy, shall I pray or eat first?"
"No sweety, prayers come first."
She prayed and for breakfast she sat.
****
The school bus horn blew outside
"Mammy, it is time to say goodbye"
She kissed her mom
Woke up her dad,
Grabbed her school bag
And with her sisters she left
She got into the bus...
As usual singing, laughing
Showing her friends the apples,
chocolate and the food she had.
The kids chattering excitedly
and whispering
About the teachers in school
The guardian and the friends
Then all of the sudden,
A tense moment of silence spread
Their mouths hanged open
And the color their face left
****
What’s going on?"they asked"
The same bus,
They take daily for school
At the village’s exit,
With unusual speed moved
"No, No it can’t be
The driver will never
Increase the speed,
We always asked him to do
And he never did!!
Why now he is?"
******
The warning came!!!!!
The bus driver desperately announced
"Little kids, in danger we are
Please sit on the floor
And with your hands grab the iron bars"
The little kids
On the floor they sat
And to the Heavens
Their humble, innocent pleas raised
Oh Gracious God,
Kids watching death with their eyes?
How it feels??
The little kid beside her sisters sat
And the few almonds in her hand she had
Gave them to her sisters to eat
How sweet you were
And it was a moment when
A loud scream struck the sky...
It woke me up from a dream
A dead and red pigeon
is in my brothers’ hands?!!
And a beautiful colorful bird
In heaven stands?
The same scream...
Make her mom run to the street
And her grandma from the balcony leap
They knew nothing
But they are Mothers.
They feel!!!!!!!
****
Screams, Screams,
As thunder struck the sky
The news spread everywhere
The parents rushed to see their kids
lying under the bus with fear
All were alive but not she
…
Her head was beside her sisters
They are fine
But not she
…
All Alive
But not she
...
Life ceased there on a scene
A mother with a broken heart
How it feels?
On the street she knelt
With her daughter
On her lap, dead
God, how it feels??
These are the last moments
Her daughter can see
With running tears,
And broken heart
Embraced her kid
Close to her heart
how much she wished
she can again breathe
"Take my heart and breathe
Take my heart and say
One single word, not more, please
please...........please
"God don’t take her away from me"
****
She carried her
Between her arms
on her feet
Back to the house!
Where she had the last kiss
She laid her on the little bed
And there above her head
She sat playing with her hair
"No she can’t be dead"
****
She didn’t want to leave her
But they did take her to a different bed
Her mom’s soul was ripped apart
And no one can, could or would
repair
She still visits her
Talk to her about school
And how much she misses her[
****
It had been for three years
But always feels today to me
And the best days
is when she visits
me in the dreams.
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good work i enjoyed reading it thanks