I will kill
"Mennonites cut the trees
Turn to farm; no nest birds
Leave rabbits; rat and mice
Along with jackals also fox"
"Their claim, ‘We're farmer
Love the God; bye to guns'
They kill the nature's Mum
For their sake life goes dull"
"I will kill my own son
We shall leave in one-die, "
Said mothers, in hope house
Handicap-three in one house
"Now I care, wash and clean
Dies my hope, when I'm not
I'm not murderer but in love"
Mesmerized; listen surprised.
Sun came up, walked across
In silence watched blue sky.
Comment scattered; twilight.
Dim and dark, let light shine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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