Faith Of Death Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Out of the world's eye, always hidden apart;
Spent day and night, sleepless; why should they start,
Not even a dry leave stirred of the basil-plant?
Do the marauders ever thought about lives cut short?
What made sleep fear and cry its wings and part?
Only the cries of owl, night guard, secret.

March still, I cried, for the lost lives, innocent,
And left writhing and bleeding under the cruel God’s dart;
Even the wind is unquiet, yet than thou art.
Do the fangs still believe to fret the God smart?
What bids the finger to make the innocents depart?
Only the cries of owl, night guard, secret.

They de-mean the green God’s name that miss-chant,
It never was writ in the Mohammad’s chart,
They swallow bloody dreams through their death fields mart,
And pray on the tunes of death precept;
No hound's note wakens the wild-wood heart,
Only the cries of owl, night guard, secret.

The fire fighters and police broke down and forgot to fight,
To see chopped hands, legs and blood all round, left;
None can tell the glare of which faith lured them, fast;
To sleep for a season that hear only death warrant,
Carnage is the killer's truth or of killer's art,
Only the cries of owl, night guard, secret.