In the Memory of Martyrs of APS Peshawar

              Martyrs of APS Peshawar
                 
                  Some color less eyes
                 Some wounded bodies
                     Some torn clothes
               Some notebooks with scars
                         Scars of blood
                          Scars of tears
                        Scars of sadness
                      Scars of innocence
                         All are craying
                       All are screaming
                     What was our fault?
                     What was our fault?

                    We were the flowers
                 Flowers of your garden
                     We had to blossom
     We had to spread fragrance of happiness
            We had to give scent to new spring
                        Ah! Some cruel feet
                     Ruined us, wrecked us
                                  We........
          Unblossomed untouched flowers.....

O! My mom! My beloved mom,I had to sleep in your lap
                     I had to sleep in your lap
                              It's over now
                              It's over now
                        Osculate my forehead
                             Say me good bye
                             I have to go now
                     Not to comeback forever

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