Oh Mother, Call Back Your Sons Poem by Gajanan Mishra

1

Please, oh mother,
Call back your sons
Who are there
With terrorists
To surrender and
Return to this heaven.
Let them not
Pick up guns any more,
And let them not
Go the hell,
And unless they obey
We are here to
Kill them and
Eliminate forever.

2

Oh, mother,
You are so beautiful,
You land, we consider,
Pious and heaven.
But the demons are
Playing hide and seek
And killing your
Own men.
Oh, mother
They are using your sons.
Call your sons,
Andunless they obey
We are here to make them
Understand by elimination.