Terror

Don’t the terrorists have a heart?
How can they murder people so harsh?
They know that even they will be killed,
Still, why with hatred are their hearts filled?

Why innocence is always claimed?
Why it is only blood that rains?
Can’t it be wickedness or water?
Or something unholy to gutter?

Tears of innocent are only shed,
Only their wounds become more red.
Why is it not even?
Sigh, no one knows the reason.

With planting bombs what will they prove?
That they have tremendous skill to groove?
If they have talent, why not protect their nation?
Against enemies who organize some machination.

Devastation and agony is no feast -
It is actually the bitterest beast.
And still people want to spread terror?
What will they gain if all people live with horror?

With fire and smoke,
They wish to choke -
The breaths of common and harmless
To acquire mental satisfaction or rest?

It’s not fair or just,
By taking someone's life and forcing his family to rust.
Is it fun to make a 2-year old orphan?
Who has just learnt to speak 'dad' and 'mum'?

And what about those old parents?
Whose support and aid these terrorists killed?
They nourished their children for 30 years or more,
And in front of them their dead-bodies lay still.

It is a petrifying scene -
To see people identifying the dead
Some even don’t recognize their family members,
As their body lies away from their heads.

Wounds lie open with dolor
With blood oozing out swiftly, thick red in colour.
An uncomfortable chill prevails around,
As the place becomes a graveyard - nothing produces sound.

Peace - is all we want.
For this we need to be together and act strong.
May God bless the families of the dead
And may their souls rest in a quiet bed.