Excellent A dad whose child has become a victim of a terrorist attack. My child in the blast by sayancdgreat 5-7-5 Poetry Contest contest entry

No one came that day, Neither did they come today, I switched channels, Every channel showed the same, The same old bomb blast The same old terrorist attack, Tears kept rolling down, World for me had come to a stop, My eyes became red; My children were in the mall, After a long week, And were greeted with a blast, Phone calls all day and Police files went in vain, With moist cheeks I kept waiting, Waiting and waiting, Waiting for sun to rise...

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