On his way to school, he furtively looks around
His mother had warned him of some men, who shot down anyone they found.
He hoped it’d be safe, being a school route
Yes, they were terrorists, but surely, they wouldn’t shoot!
He hadn’t done anything wrong, he just wanted a better life
Earn well and help his mother and not perpetually live in strife.
His worst nightmare came true as a couple of burly men walked on to the road
Bang!
“So this is how my day ends!” he thought to himself, while from his chest the blood flowed.
Yet another, in a metropolis, a deemed University,
Availing the best of education and the finest hostel in the city
He had everything he wanted. At least to others it seemed
Yet he was unhappy and in silence he screamed.
He didn’t have anyone to call his own, did they not understand?
The money didn’t matter; he needed someone to hold his hand.
He suddenly wished himself in place of those boys far away
If nobody would miss him, why on earth should he stay?
He took the thought a step too far; hurling himself out of the window
“So this is how my day ends!” was his last thought with the final blow.
Somewhere, far away, a teen wrote his last board papers
It was time to begin life with fun and capers.
Partied with his friends, delicious dinner, he returned in spirits high,
Home again, he switched on the television with a tired but happy sigh.
The news channel flicked on and he cringed in dismay at the gory view
Of obscured bodies of innocent students that the terrorists mercilessly slew.
In the next minute, a suicide case flashed at the bottom of the screen
“So this is how my day ends!” he muttered, all the day’s happy memories wiped clean.
Fate deals everyone a unique and different hand,
What matters is how you play it, if you dare to make a stand.
Sometimes you lose or take yourself out of the game
Sometimes it makes no difference and you live life just the same.
You have the choice to take charge and give it your very best
Make a change wherever possible and let God take care of the rest.
His mother had warned him of some men, who shot down anyone they found.
He hoped it’d be safe, being a school route
Yes, they were terrorists, but surely, they wouldn’t shoot!
He hadn’t done anything wrong, he just wanted a better life
Earn well and help his mother and not perpetually live in strife.
His worst nightmare came true as a couple of burly men walked on to the road
Bang!
“So this is how my day ends!” he thought to himself, while from his chest the blood flowed.
Yet another, in a metropolis, a deemed University,
Availing the best of education and the finest hostel in the city
He had everything he wanted. At least to others it seemed
Yet he was unhappy and in silence he screamed.
He didn’t have anyone to call his own, did they not understand?
The money didn’t matter; he needed someone to hold his hand.
He suddenly wished himself in place of those boys far away
If nobody would miss him, why on earth should he stay?
He took the thought a step too far; hurling himself out of the window
“So this is how my day ends!” was his last thought with the final blow.
Somewhere, far away, a teen wrote his last board papers
It was time to begin life with fun and capers.
Partied with his friends, delicious dinner, he returned in spirits high,
Home again, he switched on the television with a tired but happy sigh.
The news channel flicked on and he cringed in dismay at the gory view
Of obscured bodies of innocent students that the terrorists mercilessly slew.
In the next minute, a suicide case flashed at the bottom of the screen
“So this is how my day ends!” he muttered, all the day’s happy memories wiped clean.
Fate deals everyone a unique and different hand,
What matters is how you play it, if you dare to make a stand.
Sometimes you lose or take yourself out of the game
Sometimes it makes no difference and you live life just the same.
You have the choice to take charge and give it your very best
Make a change wherever possible and let God take care of the rest.
