The Kid


They stole his summer,
While he was catching
A fish, or two.
His grandmother let the smells
Of wood-fire remain alive –
To cook the fish.


They stole his life –
Because he never got back
To his grandmother who was really old.
Sure, it was the most incredible loss
For both…
The kid knew that.


Right after, they gave him a gun –
Bigger than the kid was…
They trained him to shoot and kill.
Filled him with despair.
He had a painful but quick end.
They used him as a suicide-bomb.



15th March 2015


Geeta Chhabra 

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