The tearful torment of a child, the misery of a mother. One who lost support and is eternally riled. One who lost her partner in an atrocious smother.
Two pairs of misty eyes under a roof, Yet millions weeping under a region. Those eyes full of ravages with annihilated aspirations. Those devastated goals echoed loud in their ears.
The room rented with the screaming silence of agony. The teary territory tributing the martyr. The voices of a painful mother, a crying child and myriad. Thy almighty, the world is full of suffering and pain.