A child is born in the middle of the battlefield, made it his playground as his life revealed.   Bombs and guns became his toys, Death became something that he enjoyed   As one after another, his friends died in front of his eyes He could not understand why the world smiled while he cried.   He was hated and hunted for saving his friends, Carrying a pain that no one could apprehend.   He defended his family and friends against any evil Yet his name became synonym to devil.   With all his pain and suffering he lived a difficult life with the tag that called him a terrorist.   Today the world celebrate his demise and only one that cried was the sky.