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