The Terrorist..!

One with the Gun

Oh you one, now you have a gun,

Turn around , and look down in the mirror

Crystal like Pond, has a scary  image this day

Years back it produced a smile so fine,

A boy with pals , no time ever to shun..

Stones were thrown, and made to skid,

Boats were made, with paper no woods,

Trees were climbed, fruits didn’t matter..

Friends were many, None were similar.

Color, Faith, wealth never did you care,

Laughing was the law, playing was the norm..

When did u change, who planted the seed.

Your were advised, never could you be brainwashed.. Oh .

You knew nothing , or knew it all ..

What was the change that cut off your friends,

It’s never like before, now they are all the same..

Colour, Faith, wealth all the same.

There’s none who is right ,except for you..

Either like you or an infidel,

Narrow Narrower and further contraction..

Your heart has shrunk, and space for none, except you alone.

You are alone, scarily alone

Burdensome life, better to be gone ,

Earth has bore, worse than you,

Time to return, to that innocent self,

That inclusive heart, which you have kept so hidden.

Smile, let go, come back to your true self ,

Even if you have broken the vow a thousand times,

Just as Rumi, the beloved poet says..

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