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The Poppy-like fragrant children in Afghanistan
They like to play like the other children of the World.
But no way, their playgrounds a rage battlefield.
Even if it's a ball nobody kicks as it could be a bomb.
Their dark faces full of hopes
But a better tomorrow never comes.
Their dreams are not like our dreams
And it's almost a nightmare.
The most dangerous orphanage in the living hell
Where the innocent smiles request a very little
But nobody cares.
* I humbly dedicate this poem to all the Peace Lovers.
poem
by
Nimal Dunuhinga
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