Breathe In Horror Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Breathe In Horror
Breathe in horror
No one learns hatred
When he or she reads
Something new
That has been seen by few
If our ancestors were peace loving
Why do we not believe?
Their concept of relieving the pain and agony
Of so many people inside country
We heard and dreamed
The idea was informed
The heard of warriors gathered
The march was ordered
No one knew about treasure
That lay across far land for pleasure
It was to be taken by force
The march with weapons was only course
It has taken lives of many ancestors
Still we find same wish among youngsters
What a folly they are likely to commit?
Sometimes we feel like to vomit on their face
The person is bowing before almighty for prayer
In the seconds he is no more
He is gunned down by his own group people
Who have been poisoned and deliberately kill
I think no civilization agrees to such acts
Whatever be the act!
Or atrocities committed on their faith
Such theory of inviting death holds our breath in horror
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