False promises and declarations given by fake leaders, <br />But I tried to write a true tale of a nation’s death by terror; <br />In a dark corner all huddled in fear and tears, <br />Wanted to tell, of a faith that was packed with horror. <br /> <br />All day I listened about, abroad the devastated tales; <br />Shocked to see the bloody, blasted limbs at each wall like a flier; <br />Deadly blast rocked the sky, destruction of males and females; <br />Torn open by for vultures, in spite of blood and fire. <br /> <br />By the smoking land, where Rama played, I asked, why <br />should a man kills man, when his existence and world fails? <br />In cities, town and villages, all the papers read the fault of faiths; <br />For a man who runs all day, each leaf was a sign of life and breath, <br />Spreading the message of love I thought was dead as horror tales, <br />No clue, no key, no answer. I hear no echo, but a tale sad and wry.<br /><br />Dr. Yogesh Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-nation-s-death-by-terror/
