The Kid

The Kid

They stole his summer,
While he was catching
A fish, or two.
His grandmother let the smells
Of wood-fire remain alive -
To cook the fish.

They stole his life -
Because he never got back
To his grandmother who was really old.
Sure, it was the most incredible loss
For both
The kid knew that.

Right after, they gave him a gun -
Bigger than the kid was
They trained him to shoot and kill.
Filled him with despair.
He had a painful but quick end.
They used him as a suicide-bomb.

Dubai
15th March 2015


Geeta Chhabra