Drop More Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Drop More
Drop more
Drop more deadly bombs
As they are taught from mother's womb
The religion, for them, is farce
The preaching are hollow and not following stars
Why these non believers live on surface?
Why can't be killed at once?
Or be the victim of our bomb attacks?
Such people are called cracks
They are product of evil money
Not god but they want to prove about an almighty
Reserve the seat for jannat* or heaven
The thought is circulated jealously driven
Once tiger is testing blood of human beings
It will not be easy to bring
Or push out of populated area
The animals has to be shot dead
Make move for annihilation
Keep no mercy for human relation
No more killings of innocent persons
Bomb with still heavier weapons
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Drop more deadly bombs As they are taught from mother’s womb The religion, for them, is farce The preaching are hollow and not following stars