Terrorists Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

They surface from roadside pot-holes,
From cracks of walls and street corners,
From mysterious creeks
With fire-spewing guns in hand
And fire-spitting zeal in heart
To set the land on fire
Of strife and fear.

Terrorists know no territories,
No religion and compassion;
They strike for a case,
They borrowed as ‘a cause'.

They strike like a devil
To serve a borrowed cause,
Indistinct in confusion, though;
They reach not roots,
In search of a tool
Of ultimate deliverance;
Like wild fire, they spread
and ingulf the peace
To reduce all to strife and terror.

They lay down life for their dreams,
They lay themselves as stray bricks
To build a bridge to their dreams
Whereon, they hope to walk someday.

They live in past, they live for future,
But know not how to live for the present;
They disown the present
To soothe the fire that seethes in hearts;
They live for a vision, they die for a vision,
But know not how to work for a vision;
They live in terms with instant death
In struggle for a vision;
They live for a vision
That carries them across
To a world of fulfilment.

The legion of violence
Seizes peace and shears confidence,
Shakes senses with jolts of shocks
And spreads the virus of terror;
Their merciless strikes
On the carefree and defenceless world
Make them beasts that prey on each.

The agents of death and destruction
Force a change by threat and terror
And bleed the world for a new order.

Terrorists' is a parallel world,
Terrorists are their own laws;
They live to die and die to destroy,
But, never live life as life to be lived.