When I remember the innocent killings...
...by known and unknown gunners...
...despair and frustration grow in me...
...and I wake in the night at the least sound...
...in fear of somewhere some innocent life...
... might have been killed,
I fear and pull my quilt over my head! ! !
I am worried about many children getting...
... orphaned...
...poor women getting widowed...
...for no fault and crime,
Human life is most precious...
...why do terrorists refuse to understand,
Haven't they heard what Allah says in His book?
'Whosoever kills an (innocent) person...
... it shall be as if he has killed the whole mankind',
Life is a divine bestowal on humanity...
...that should be secured and defended by...
...all means,
To escape the horror of terror...
...I go and lie down to go into peaceful dream,
Where the coot and heren...
...rest in peace on the water,
I come into the peace of wild beasts...
...who do not murder their own kind,
I come into the presence of still meadows,
And I feel above me the day-breaking,
The sun rising slowly from the east...
...sending its light first westwards,
For a time I rest in the lap divine,
And find myself free from all terror! ! !
I hate both...state terror and militant terror! ! !
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem