They at a barbershop were gossiping,
They have have been punished by God;
I still see the little baby under the debris
...moving his limbs,
He has not as yet learnt speaking,
Perhaps in wordless voice...
...he is appealing the rescuers,
To get him out - he is looking for his mother!
What is his sin or crime?
Is God a merciless killer like that judge...
...who sent to gallows today a youngman,
...who lived in the Apple-town...
...with his small family - old mother, young wife, and a small bud,
Till one night the keepers of law picked him up,
And was in the dark of night sent to gallows,
Where he was hanged to satisfy the national conscience,
His wife got the news about her lover
She turned into a stone sculpture...
...without pleasure, without pain,
Was he a thief or a murderer?
Till date everybody keeps the secret,
This secrecy makes him one of the martyrs that were...
...hanged from Adam's times...
...in the sun, in the snow, in rain, in light, and in darkness,
Nobody knows their crime,
If they were killed for a crime or some sin,
Is hanging a Life not a crime or a sin?
MyKoul
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