The sun of December 8th 2009
was moving in west to hide itself
There were smiles on the faces
and rising hopes in hearts
when it arose in the morning.
Now those hopes, smiles
transform into agony, loud crying
tears and thick blood
and scattered parts of dear ones.
There is deep pain,
so much great that can shaken the earth.
One question arise in minds
Who are killer of our dear ones
In which hands we find blood of our dears.