My little daughter's tribute to the children who died of terrorist attack in Peshawar, Pakistan!

When you wake me up for school,

when you help me hold the school bag,

when you let me get into the school van,

I remember the men holding the guns…

How I wish you wanted us to see Doremon and Pokemon, but not the Guns…

School, I thought, was a punishment,

each morning when you helped me ride the van,

the bag, the books, the classes; all a burden,

that’s until I meet my chirpy friends…

Schools too are meant for fun…

But Papa, why do we make guns?

(I have tried to draw a poem out of what my 11 year little angel Khushi talked with me last night, about the Peshawar incidence)