God bless the one who shot me Dead. . . .

This one's actually a long term investment , i actually webbed some of my works together to get this one , but i'm myself confused , for what to call it , i can't make it out , whether to relate it with LOVE , or terrorism for some part , or PAIN for our loved ones , it has it all in it , so i say it's a random thought from a broken heart explainig life of a person who lost everyone and everything and last prayed for death . . . . . . . .

I lost her mother when she was born

I thought , i could'nt live happy anymore ,

but she changed my life

made my home a mess,

she became the light that made my life's darkness

disappear . . . .

She was loud and amicate

physically delicate,

A bit enthusiast

filled with enormous zest,

But one day again ill fate

surrounded us,

a bomb blasted in her bus . . . .

she left me thereafter

I really miss my DAUGHTER . . . .

Now there is no one to live for

i never felt so helpless before,

i could'nt live

nor i could bring my life to an end,

that's why i pray ,

God bless the one who shot me dead . . . .

I used to cry whole day

with my eyes red,

until my last breath,

then he relieved me off thet pain

in morning,i was found dead in vain,

Now in my death bed i lay

I don't blame him , i just pray ,

God bless the one who shot me dead . . . .

Still while i was writing this one it confuses me , what actually i wrote , i myself could'nt give a name to my work . . . . . . sometimes such situations arise , so i leave it on the readers to tell me what you all think about this one . . . . . . Please do share it with me . . . . .