To the children who were killed without reason all over the world.

On the corridor,
I stood alone.
The narrow passage-
Seemed dead.
No voices, no laughs,
No talks, no sounds...

When I came here last time,
It was full of children.
Their laughs, talks,
It was a world of voices...

Where did the sounds go...?
Where did my children disappear...?
Why did he do it ,
To my innocent little ones??

It was as simple
As combing hair!
Putting a bomb in!
But its price wasn't as simple...

Why did you do it my friend...?
You did it in Washington and New York.
You did it in Afghan and Gaza.

You a terrorist...?
Or a soldier of a nation...?
Whoever you are,
You kill children...

Good morning uncle?.
No it was not my little one.
Just a murmur of memory.
Oh my dear child...

?We love you...?
Where, where...
None was in sight.
Just a play of memory.

With a shock-
I recognize that-
I'll never ever see-
Them again...
Never...

Oh my memories,
Let me build-
A Ground Zero, in my mind.
Let me go forever...

I know this is -
The end of all dreams...
Oh my god,
End of hope...

No I have to live.
I have to build a park here
Children will play here again...
Yes the sounds will come back.
This is my word my little ones.


Here I am going to build a park...
Yes I have to build a park...
Until then farewell?.