Lost Soul Of A Terrorist Poem by Diwakar Bhatt

Once again the humanity is ravaged by terror,
Sinister hands of uncouth savages spread horror.

America or India what difference does it make,
All human carry the same fate in such a wake.

Bomb is not a solution for any discord to end,
But unmindful act to bring hatred never to end.

Innocent people die by such heinous design,
As a mute and helpless sheep we simply resign.

The king gets up from his deep slumber of neglect,
When cry of a dying child echoes in his ears to effect.

Promises to curb this disease is an old story retold,
Better do something than bleating piteously in our fold.

Terrorist is also a human not an alien from nowhere,
He has only pledged his soul to devil the ugly Lucifer.

Free we should his soul from the fire of gloomy hell,
Bring him on the path righteous from Satan’s dark dell.