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Pink roses for love designed,
In pink city kindness intertwined,
Here no place for hatred you find;
Then why was it with terror maligned?
Perhaps the terror loves not mankind,
It is the product of Satan's mind;
Never ending stream of blood unwind,
No godly consent in it you ever find.
God is great, God is kind,
God is always in love Christened,
Leaves not untimely wailing behind,
Lord is the Savior of mankind.
O Lord, let good sense in bloody mind prevail,
Nowhere repeat Jaipur like dead bodies trail..
C. P. Sharma
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