I enjoy killing people."No, I'm not a lunatic."
I like to destroy.
"No, I'm not the creator."
I want to rule.
"No, I'm not the one."
These are some emotions,
Sprouting inside my mind.
The contrasting ones,
Are of my inner soul, my heart.
But I'm not willing to listen to those.
I'm a terrorist.
I want to achieve something.
By the means of force and brutality,
By the means of terror and mayhem.
There's no place for Ahimsa.
I do it in the names of God!
I do it in the names of religion.
Sometimes, I do it for money.
I do it for hatred,
Or sometimes for some compulsions.
I don't think about the outcome,the other way.
Some lose their lives,
Some are left disabled,
Some lose their dear ones.
But why should I care?
I get satisfaction in whatever I do.
Cries of people suffering in the hospitals,
Agony of the people at home.
But again why should I care?
I act deaf.
I act heartless, soul less,
I act merciless and selfish!
The one suffered because of me,
Has nothing to do with me.
I do not know him,
Let alone caring about him or his family.
In the long run,
I don't know, what I'll achieve.
I might be dead the same way round.
But I dont care a bit.
I won't reform,
I won't stop all this mayhem.
People and Government all alike,
Will be just the mute spectators.
They will watch me rule.
They will watch me gain power,
Of bombs, of bullets.
There's no end to this terror,
There's no end to this turmoil.
There's only the end of humanity.
It's just the beginning,
Of the end of peace on earth.
Do whatever you can muster,
Do whatever you can, But Now!!!
Or a day will come,
When I'll be all around the world,
And there will be no end to this,
I'll keep on developing,
And engulfing this world of yours.
Though I won't achieve anything...
I like to destroy.
"No, I'm not the creator."
I want to rule.
"No, I'm not the one."
These are some emotions,
Sprouting inside my mind.
The contrasting ones,
Are of my inner soul, my heart.
But I'm not willing to listen to those.
I'm a terrorist.
I want to achieve something.
By the means of force and brutality,
By the means of terror and mayhem.
There's no place for Ahimsa.
I do it in the names of God!
I do it in the names of religion.
Sometimes, I do it for money.
I do it for hatred,
Or sometimes for some compulsions.
I don't think about the outcome,the other way.
Some lose their lives,
Some are left disabled,
Some lose their dear ones.
But why should I care?
I get satisfaction in whatever I do.
Cries of people suffering in the hospitals,
Agony of the people at home.
But again why should I care?
I act deaf.
I act heartless, soul less,
I act merciless and selfish!
The one suffered because of me,
Has nothing to do with me.
I do not know him,
Let alone caring about him or his family.
In the long run,
I don't know, what I'll achieve.
I might be dead the same way round.
But I dont care a bit.
I won't reform,
I won't stop all this mayhem.
People and Government all alike,
Will be just the mute spectators.
They will watch me rule.
They will watch me gain power,
Of bombs, of bullets.
There's no end to this terror,
There's no end to this turmoil.
There's only the end of humanity.
It's just the beginning,
Of the end of peace on earth.
Do whatever you can muster,
Do whatever you can, But Now!!!
Or a day will come,
When I'll be all around the world,
And there will be no end to this,
I'll keep on developing,
And engulfing this world of yours.
Though I won't achieve anything...
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1 comment:
U kno wat....the frst stanza itself is soo very eye catchin...i cant tell u how well it draws a readers attention...
All tht uve written out here is a complete exemplification of wat the wrld of tday is like...it describes it completely...n the sorrow the pain the apathy which reality has mustered in tdays scenario....is brought to life out here...i appreciate it...n trust me the wrds tht uve used along wid the contrastin emotions jst speaks out everythin in a few lines...and to do tht in the simplest way pocible is one of the most imp achievements of a poet...
jst like ths one...
I get satisfaction in whatever I do.
Cries of people suffering in the hospitals,
Agony of the people at home.
There's no end to this terror,
There's no end to this turmoil.
There's only the end of humanity.
It's just the beginning,
Of end of peace at earth.
its absolutely spell bindin...n yea the vision tht sparks outta ths poem...a vision to make everythin in order to make a better tomorrow hopefully outshinin the sun's glair....is wat is the best expression of the poem here...u kno wat ....u shud write more of poems like these...it expresses a lor more thn jst da kinda strivin one has to do to help happiness spread itself in all directions....its also abt rejuvenatin the sunken power within u to do sumthin better in life...whch can help u prove ur mettle b4 the eyes of the wrld...
and yea...the last stanza is damn appealin...
When I'll be all around the world,
And there will be no end to this,
I'll keep on developing,
And engulfing this world of yours.
Though I won't achieve anything...
selflessness and purity is wat these lines reflect...its so very inspirin...so very unfathomable...and m literally speechless...on the whole the actions tht u wish to do thru these lines...shows how keen u r on marchin twards an horizon whichll bring everyone a lot more thn bliss....
Awesome poem....gr8 wrk....keep smilin[:)]....n keep aspirin....
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