Dear Malala…,
Those days of strain are gone…
Here its back the time,
You wished for,
You strived for…
I remember,
Before…, when at
First you were removed
From the light of letters,
Then from the sight of sun…
Yes….
And then the pain
Your shawl waved….
After..,
When I saw the rise of
A cornflower to the world,
Speaking the tears
Of that valley….
I heard…
Along with me millions…
But again…
Came the eagle-eyes…,
Shot your dreams and then
Your stress…
It gave rise..,
For a new sun…
A new flower..,
Smiling with the
Cry for education…!
And I prayed…
Same did millions…
Now….
When you turn your
Head up straight..,
Hold your school-bag tight…
Care for the letters and
Springs inside…
Just got to wish you
A good time ahead….
Then got to borrow the
Shine of your eyes….
May god bless you dear….
Live long…. :)
