By Wantonly Taara
Killing goes before birth,
wars stands tall,
This is what Mummy told,
My tiny bones she would hold
Guiding me to modesty,
While keeping her inner fears,
our destiny was always her fear,
situations are always getting worst,
In her heart and mind,
her pain and grieves would hide behind
All the mass graves,
For my parents it was the only inheritance.
Pain and sufferings around human blindness,
Taught me empathy and kindness,
To love equally all my countrymen,
Trying my best to endure sufferings to lessen,
With no traces of pride
In my eyes open wide.
Life has taught me to wave away shades of meanness,
But fought against all my weakness.
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