In memory of Sameer Rah, 7 years old martyr
One fine afternoon he came rushing
Innocence on his face all gushing
He was emphatic with something great
Enthused this way was not in his trait
He had seen perhaps something unseen
His face was shining with an angelic sheen
He came rushing for his mother and said
Mama I want to reveal something I never had
Ma, I am in love, for which never did I dream
Ma, I know I am still not in that young team
I am a child, but I feel the love inside my soul
This struggle is taking on my mind a big toll
Mother said, my kid I still cannot believe
You still cannot put your hand through the sleeve
Go my lad take it easy and have a tight sleep
I still have the whole house to keep
But he kept on saying the same
Mother do u want to hear her name
Mother I am in love with my death
They will come to stop my breath
Mother I am going to die for my undone crime
Mother let me go, I am left will little time
And he came out of the lap and walked towards the street
Composed and calm he went for his love to greet
They came and took him away in their rage
They beat him till he was out of his cage
He cried at their kicks and buts but did not run
They plugged his mouth with the butt of the gun
He breathed his last after being tossed upon a stone
He met his love, and his mother did not mourn
For he is a lover who did not betray
Martyrs never die, Allah did say
His death gave us a new grave
More Sameer’s shall be consumed in this wave
Till mothers let leave their lads off their laps
Cruel guns shall roar for them perhaps.
Koshur Mazloom with tearful eyes
