Blasts followed by blasts
Make big blots inked in blusterous bigotry.
More are still hovering with swords
On the back, neck and nape
Of muttering humanity...
Their misguided hatred turns
To ruthless butchering,
And their insanity shamelessly smiles
Over scattered torsos,
And legs - all piled up together
As stinking corpses of the innocents...
They rest in peace
Rescued by vultures, who snarl sneeringly
At all of them
For their cruel acts unpardonable!
With stinking smell of bloodbaths
Sneaking out of smokes of blasts,
Of insane games
Wearing a macabre look
In eerie silence
A constant fear of terror still looms large
Peace, fraternity, harmony and love
All are truncated, left to mourn,
Hapless humanity is feeling suffocated.