The children of conflict

🛑🛑THE CHILDREN OF CONFLICT 🛑🛑 ............ 🛑🛑🛑.... POEM.... 🛑🛑🛑 As i was sitting at my window, In a pensive and sober mood, Busy in day dreaming, then a cry, I heard from nowhere, what i saw? For away i behold a Crowed running, Smoke chasing them with gun shots, Some stumbling, a few staggering, Some wiping tears, others weary badly, Behind them a troop of soldiers with, Healmets over head, guns and clubs, In hand, rebuking, abusing, at the crowed, Which was off handed praying for lives. Till they reached a near by wooden bridge, Under which a shallow channel at speed. Then, i saw, two children in the crowed, Age six to four, weeping, running laggardly, Suddenly, something hit the child's head, The physical force led him into the river ! Other one, of four stampeded, trampled! Oh! I saw a woman, crying, in ragged cloth, Jumped over the dead child,screaming, Looking around for his next, the only hope, But, oh! He too was afloating in the river😰!! 🛑🛑🛑...... Aftab Tariq..... 🛑🛑🛑