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Justice for #Asifa,




I shouted from the gate
Mommy Sorry I got late
I was playing with my horse
Seeing the sun playing with the clouds
And then suddenly I saw him and his eyes

Mommy Sorry I got Late
I wanted to help him
 I thought he lost his way
You have always taught me to help others
I just wanted to oblige to what you say

Mommy Sorry I got late
But he looked like a nice man
He looked at me with loads of love
I was perplexed seeing him stand

Mommy Sorry I got late
He was of my Grandpa’s age
He said I reminded him of his Granddaughter
And he would love to see my horse Graze

Mommy Sorry I got late
But He played then with me and the horse
I told him I need to reach home before it would get dark
He patted my head and blessed me with his heart
 I ran home bidding him goodbye
As I wanted to reach home before it would get dark


Mommy Sorry I got late
But I cannot lie
Wish it would have happened this way
On that fateful day
Wish it would have been just a normal day
Wish I could have shouted from the gate
Mommy Sorry I got late


Now from the sky, I see you
See my horse weeping along with you
I see people are angry
I see you cry
I see that man and his eyes
Why was he not a nice man
I really wonder why

I don't know what Justice means
Not aware why I still feel the pain,
I just wish I could shout from the gate
Just like all other days, Sorry Mommy I got Late



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