See He Is Terrorist Poem by Bigyan Mainali

Here, is the embryo of story,
Once there was a woman,
And the son with his sister,
The hope has risen as sun,
She predict the future bright,
Unless she got no present light,

She raised them with love,
Hope of godliness, and truth,
She struggled for their charm,
To be seen on their smile,

But the story get turned, .
For the son, his arrogance,
Lust, trust, and faith has risen,
To the power, money and honey.
He tried his best to get from mummy,

But what she can do, she is just a irony,
He, well don't, get, she tried her best,
Then, what?
He run for hope of burst, of his lust,
He wandered here, he run to there,
Then, he got a company, with.....

He starts getting everything,
But she, aware about nothing,
They washed his brain with trust,
To those, who, really don't exist,

One day, the story take twist,
She got, the news of his demise,
She start rambled with woe,
She remember his innocent vow,
She cried, cried, cried and cried.
The sound of cry thundered the sky,
Her tears, flow to sea, without shy.

But, the story was not only that,
She listen the word from them,
She often don't want to try,
He was a mass murderer,
He is the terrorist,
He involved in massacre,
He brings the apocalypse,

Then, her heart breaks into pieces,
She think, i give born him innocent,
But how he become, this devilish,
Listen, he isn't my son.
Of, course he isn't my son,
I will find him and show you,
How innocent, how best, he is?
Wait for a while, wait for a while,

Yesterday, I heard she is rambling,
With no sense, in the path of curse,
To search, her son with eyes worse,
Nowadays, she is not the one,
She has become they.