I hear voices…

A drop of blood flowed out of him,
The world rushed to his feet.
My son, he bled to death for you…
At his tomb was placed a wreath.

My children learned to be forthright and honest,
Values that you learnt, too.
But when their life was put to threat,
Where on this Earth were you?

I live in a land, where fear precedes life,
While you rest in the comfort of your home,
While you crib about fanciful comforts of life,
In a moment I could be gunned or stoned.

He traveled by the bus with a bomb beneath,
That snatched from him, his life.
The last he said was, “Honey, am coming home”
Now his widow, once his wife.

You are a Hindu; you are not like me,
I am pure, you are unclean,
Wash yourself off the saffron,
Or later, you may label me cruel or mean.

Don’t speak of missionaries or Judgment Day,
We know you are out to convert,
You anyways do not belong to our land,
Remember, this is our share of the Earth.

Preach your lessons of goodness,
To some other fool around,
We only believe in nuclear strength,
To the end, we will stand our ground.

In the name of Jehad, you killed your brother,
You believe yourself to be the chosen one,
But remember there is something called Kayamat, too.
When you will be accounted for all you’ve done!

They spoke of peace and love to all,
They left examples to follow,
What lessons to learn! What scriptures to read!
The world lives a life that is hollow.

Live a life free from sin,
Change your wickedness, you must.
The greatest religion is humanity, my friend,
One day, we must all return to dust.