Blood of my Son

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A protest by Sehar about the bloodstained of a father with the blood of 13-year- .

Blinded  
Maimed youth 
Scarred men
Disillusioned  
Bloody chaurahas*
Silent streets
Chaotic hospitals
Slipping time
Race against needles of the clock and fainting heartbeats of a thirteen-year- old covered in
blood 
His white kurta still smells of his son’s blood, as they lay the mortal remains to rest. 
The other day the son drew a sketch of a peaceful valley.
Who knew his dreams would end so soon
Who knew his chirpy voice would be silenced by violence so soon 
Alas! Who knew that a father’s most prized possession would now be a blood stained kurta.

*Note: Crossroads
©Sehar Siddiqui ‘Zulekha’

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Sehar Siddiqi

Sehar Siddiqi

Sehar is a communication skills trainer, she has good experience in writing on various issues. She is a blogger, book writer and enthusiastic traveller. A native of , she believes in experiencing the small things of life in a big way. Sehar likes to work in groups and learn new things. Her motto is to enjoy life in small packets.
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