The earth below me shakes and the head of mine swirls O! Nirabaya O! Zainab You shake me every day every minute every second. I spend the sleepless nights Sometimes in sorrow sometimes gathering courage Each day I feel your tiny hands your shrieking crying souls. I cannot deny but it bothers me to my bones To feel the piercing pain you must have gone through, Breaching through your heart, your minds and your bodies. I feel so numb and restless for all I can do is To gather strength to pray for souls like you For I don’t know how many more Zainabs will be snatched off of the tiny teddies and toys For I don’t know how many Nirabayas Who grew up upright from being the tiny tots To shining bright stars in the sky. Yes I feel you each day yes I feel you every passing night With every passing minute with every passing day!
Welcome to the world of dreams of an emotional pixie who keeps scribbling at her own ease.Sit back,relax and enjoy the ride!!!