September 28, 2008

Yours Lovingly, "DEATH" !

Tiny hands holding guns

Bodies turned inside out

The beast is on the prowl

Save your daughters and your sons.

The black will spread soon

The sky will burn the soul

No calm in this light

Life has changed to coal.

Splinters shatter the hearts

Tears wash no sins

Bent with sickly minds

Forget what has been.

Innocence is extinct

All face the wrath

The dove’s left the nest

‘Coz blood is on the path.

Eerie is the air

Smoke is in my breath

Fighting the way to peace

Gifting mankind to death!

Slurping on the happiness

Souls are dry of evil scent

God will not free you

Your minds are still hell bent!

(This poem is dedicated to all the delhi bomb blast victims... god give them peace!)

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