Streams of crimson gliding
similitude of you and me abiding,
Bading goodbye under the veils so teary
tickling clock got frozen under the veils so dreary,
Fatalities struck,
when innocents were killed
in the name of religion..
Moulding the globe in a living hell
with their own tarnished delineations,
Besmearing the quiddity of humanity
with hatred,
Is this really a cause so sacred?
No remorse; no tears
Deaf they are to the echoing prayers
whisking away the juveniles
as life for them, is just a commodity.
In the aftermath, to the nadir
delving their conscience is;
So perverted is the inkling
Where lies the magnanimity?
Is violence and bloodshed
the only hypothesis left deep within?
Scrutinise the silhouettes of your soul
apprehend the adversity of notions,
Whelve 'em; perceive benevolence
For such a parachialism,
even the nature won't let you abide with penance!
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PoetryHere's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^
