I am His promise for tomorrow
The child, ever
innocent
Man’s only survival
asset
But, the man in the
satanic drill
Is a brute devil, the
child to kill.
The sinister
sinful satanic fire –
Pumped bullets, pure innocence to tear.
Still the child keeps eyes
open to convey
Ah! Man what wrong did
I do , please say.
Why you did not let me
live, may I know.
My little heart throb is, His presence to show.
Masked with black wrap in the dark night
You came in to exhibit your terror might.
We, in ultimate bond , beyond discription
Experiencing the holy feel of His Creation
In killing me and my mother, you killed the Link:
Motherhood bond, The Almighty's Instinct.
Your mission to terminate the Lord's secret
Is the stanic act to describe Him unfit.
Wandhama massacre and likes get us to see
Humans working as devil's agency.
A child in mother's lap is, His promise
Promise for tomorrow not to miss -
How can you kill tomorrow - kill tomorrow
Can you kill, tomorrow - kill tomorrow ?
© arvind shah 27/11/17
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