What is a bomb?
I asked mom,
What is a Bomb?
She smiled and held my palm;
Looked worried; still with a calm;
Said it is a firebomb;
That blows up and explodes;
Killing innocents in the midst of the roads;
Destroying peace and heartsease;
In towns and cities;
With burns, bruises, bloodshed;
With tears she said;
Men and women,
Young and old;
Every now and then;
Tossed in fire and roll, roll, and roll;
Misuse of brain;
Leaving people with pain;
But in vain;
With a pray to the ‘inhuman’,
Not to repeat it again, again, again.
My country is vast;
Don’t destroy with a blast;
Let’s ‘live and let live’
We are ‘humans’ at last.
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Sphoorthi
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