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Papa, you must come home early today, 
said the little girl, while the mother smiled.
Yes, my dear, we will go together in the evening, 
answered the father and
kissed her forehead and left for the day.
Weeklong imaginations, desire for a new doll
 are meant to see reality on Saturday.

Repeated look at wall clock and eagerness to be ready
before father arrives is the only work remain for the little girl.
Assurances of mother that papa will not forget
does not bring peace in her little heart.
Almost half the day the girl stood near the window,
waiting for her father.
Each doorbell made her curious to know arrival of her father.

Before leaving from workplace the father spoke to his child,
“You are the pearl of my heart”,
Baby, we will bring that doll definitely to home.
While returning home the father could visualize
the smiling face of his daughter with the doll in her hand.

On his way the fatal blast took place.
Nothing could be done.
In a moment chaos danced on the street .
Full of smoke everywhere. Darkness all around.
People rushed to escape. 
Many cried for help.

Some ran for shelter elsewhere.
Injured lying under the open sky, unable to move
Dead bodies piled on the road.
They will not protest for their untimely departure.
The problems of life will never bother them again

The father rushing to home
to accompany his daughter could also not reach home.
Despite darkness in his eyes,
he could remember his daughter’s words,
papa come home early today.

Life goes on.
Memories of people are short.
They forget everything very fast.
For such heinous acts
only orphans do not get parental love.

Only sisters do not tie the bands in brothers’ hands
Only wives live with the memories of their spouses.
Hope of parents for arrival of their children remains unfulfilled.

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