A broken house,

The wreckage of bricks,

The shell came;

I was with my three kids.

I awake at the hospital.

I had no strength to cry,

The cry for kids,

At last the cry for my limbs.

It was Taliban;

I was innocent.

It was USA;

I was innocent.

One lost power;

Other gained.

I lost my kids;

I was rewarded pain.

War comes and goes.

Mother begets and knows -

What is war,

The war of revenge,

The revenge to the enemies,

The unknown enemies.

A broken house,

Wreckage of bricks,

The shell came;

I was with three kids.

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