Monday, May 19, 2014

The heart does not rest

Runaway hearts, afraid of the present.
In an immutable and indifferent Universe,
childlike yearnings, hopes dashed:
abandoned lives.

Recover that instant of happiness,
before anguish begins again.
The terror that is repeated in drum rolls of death.
The heart does not rest,
life goes on.

A child's painting from Swat seeking an end to violence
© Kamila Hyat/IRIN


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