They say…
Is the power of belief.
When the blood paints the earth,
They say…
It’s the colour of relief.
The masks they wear
Show…
How cowardly they are.
The pain they caused,
Reminds…
How cruel they are.
They think
They are the fearless.
But the truth is,
They are the ruthless.
I wanted to cry
But my eyes are in drought
See what the pace of time in me had brought.
The agony I feel
When I hear the cry
Will last forever
Till the day I die.
Oh terrorists
Please stop the killing…
We want some peace
To be happy and to live.
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