Arfa Iris

Rookie (13/08 / hyderabad, A.P, India.)

TERROR AND TERRORIST.


terrorist are also men,
its hate in their hearts, hidden,
which give them appearance, as tiger out of den.
because god us all from same soil.
its money and hate by which man spoil.
money leaves man to toil,
where as hate turns life in turmoil.
terrorist, if you wan to kill.
i say its wrong and evil,
because with love you can win,
the heart of terrorist, full of sin.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, May 18, 2011
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  • Rookie - 259 Points Harindhar Reddy (10/22/2011 2:30:00 PM)

    Hugger-mugger! Hush-hush! Why don't read this poem in front of terrorists each time before they destruct lives and property
    'terrorist, if you wan to kill.
    i say its wrong and evil,
    because with love you can win,
    the heart of terrorist, full of sin.'
    These lines draw the attention of mundane brain sprnkling Adrenaline. These words of the poetess will never go waste in the plastic gyre or funeral pyre.
    * one soul bows up to appreciate the poem and one heart goes up to appreciate the constructive work of the poetess! Sorry Now Stopped comment because my soul is with poem and my heart with the poet.* (Report) Reply

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