Playground
in Iraq?
Aashish Ameya
August 29, 2005
iranian.com
I am sending one of my poems. Let me tell you we
Indians also think about, love, freedom, democracy as you...
Full of brave children
The playground was;
A football, waiting for innocent touch
But it never happened
Silence and pain was in the air
Green grass put on bloody fabric
It was no more a playground
A bomb (full of hatred) struck it.
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