Detonated Toy Poem by MUSAWIR RAAKH

A JOCUND COMPANY OF A BOY,
HELD BETWEEN HE AND HIS TOY

I LOST IN HIS SMILING FACE,
WHICH LOOKED INNOCENT IN ANY CASE

WHAT A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HE AND ME,
I WITH CARE, HE CARE FREE

NEARBY HIM, BOMBARDMENT WAS HAPPENING,
BUT HE WAS CARE FREE, PLAYING AND SINGING

HERE WAS ME WITH MUCH FEAR,
THERE WAS HE WITH SUCH CHEER

SUDDENLY A BLAST OCCURRED THERE,
WHEN DUST FADED AWAY, HE WAS NO WHERE

ENDED HIS ALL JOY,
WHEN HE WAS PERISHED, WITH DETONATED TOY

BUT HIS ORGAN WITH NO JOY,
STATING THE TALE OF HUMANS' DESTROY

WHEN WE WOULD SENSE THAT JOY,
THEN NO ONE WOULD BURST, WITH HIS TOY