With an apprehension, I walk on street. I see a knave behind everyone I meet. I see waves of blood in the human sea. I see guns everywhere, pointed towards me. I have seen my friends blown into pieces. I have seen my kindred ones burnt into ashes. Yes friend, I am phobic to cadavers. I am afraid of your fanatic fervor. Fair of you is ingrained in my mind. I don’t want to die my friend. I respect your values in all its forms. I extol all your –isms and norms. Still your ‘war’ may need my blood You may be planning for some lethal plot. I believe life as a largess of my lord. Friend, I can’t live in your dream world. Your aloof mind can’t read my face. Your jingoism can never justify the carnage. My blood gets frozen when I see your red hands. I don’t want to die my friend.
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