Severed limbs, strewn bodies
Screaming injured, shocked public
Burnt and broken debris all around
Scenes these were witnessed after terror blast!
Gone are the days fighting for noble cause
Lauded are criminals for treachery and turbulence
Fanatics and rogues forming their own groups
Mighty religions are maligned for misuse
The people they kill harmed them never
The targets they choose troubled them never
Causing fear may be their deal for now
Fear they created will see them cremated
worst than beasts are those taken to terrorism
Words no more to define their existence
Faith and funding may guard these cowards
But the blot on the race could never be wiped
Name whatever they call their goal
Certain to be buried in the times to come
Curse of millions will cripple their plans
Nothing to cherish as their goals stand perished!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful poem, great work.