Tear Of Allah Poem by KIRIT SHAH
Tear Of Allah
Tear of Allah
Nice crisp night of autumn
Whispering wind under scatter cloud
Owls cry and birds scream
Silence of graveyard make them loud
Oh, roving engine of vans coming
Sight full of cloud of dust
Hey dig some more graves
For bodies from bomb blast
Chilled went through spine,
Though face felt worm drops
Was it from rain?
No, oh no it's tears of Allah
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