Beneath the cold rubble, her voice emerged, soft and trembling,
The crowd gathered, hearts heavy, hands trembling.
Clearing the debris, they found her fragile hand,
But her tiny body was trapped, unable to stand.
When they asked her where she came from, she sighed:
"From the lap of my father, to this darkness, I slide.
I was playing with toys, my laughter was bright,
Now fate has chained me to an endless night.
I long for my family, for my dear little Bream,
But pain overwhelms me; I can only scream.
My voice grows weaker; my breath feels tight,
What wrong have I done to deserve this plight?
Why am I a pawn in this war of hate?
A child with no part in their cruel debate.
The lessons of love that once shaped my days,
Lie buried with me, lost in the haze.
I don’t know what sin stole my carefree dreams,
Why my world now splits at the seams.
I lie here, whispering, as the darkness swells,
While leaders feast, ignoring the children’s yells.
The sighs of the innocent won’t echo for long,
Heaven sent me, but to this hell I belong.
I close my eyes, my tears run dry,
I fell from the stars, only to say goodbye.
……(Ritesh)
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