Heal The Miniature Poem by Azitej Anand

Hatred a Word:        
Humanity should be fuses on Earthly black character
       Oo my Lord.

Some petals withered;
Some buds need water for germination;
Furious blood clotted for humanity notion.


             
 Life a 'Sprinkling star':
'You and Me',
          is this, to prove in a war?

Skin and bones;
       Earth red peal of human blood made us alone.

                    Insane we are;
                          Frantic too:
'Love for Nation', overlap 'love for devotion',

         We all are,
                             Creation of upper hand

Tint of love that embrace our soul;
Purity by preaching word of upper soul.


We are,
       from  same embryo,
                   Same world:

Having
             Same appearance
       but
              distinct heart.

Some black heart needs to be dampen;
 Lofty speculated mind ascend for illumination.

Where black grave tangle on humanity sword;
   Sanity should purify by Embracing God.

We loose Purity, Sanity, Chivalry, Care.
'Blood and Gore' always there!