I crawl inside my blanket

with the fear of my outside world

as i turn the newspapers i can hear the painful cries 

when will i sleep without the fear of the guns and bombs

i  see the blood of terrorism dripping from the political leaves

i struggles to sleep with fear in my heart and mind

as i dream about painful cries

i see an ocean of blood dripping from political lanes

i wish to sleep without fear in my heart

  • :

    when my social studies teacher had asked me to write a short poem on the given topics, i chooseed terrorism. and imagined through the mind of a small child and wrote about it.

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