From A Mother's Side.. Poem by SALINI NAIR

It's icky to be in that arena
Blood bath that harmonized
In a corner a corpse lie without sense
A bud that not flourished
A toddler on a mourning lap
Tears that speak her disaster
Fission much wider than a bomb
From the mothers heart
Who is there to wipe out those tears?
Innocence that burn in terrorism
A corpse without sense organs
Wrapped with woolen cloth
He never involved in the plot
Yet a prey of the violence
Words won't cutoff her pain
Money won't wipe out her tears
It's from a mother's heart
Terrorism will not deliver a child
But it eradicate numerous lives
It's the fission of a mother's heart
Those tears will fuse at once
There in that explosion world will perish
Sinner will burn
Virtue of numerous mothers'…..

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