Agony Poem by Muhiba Naik

To you who relish their grief
who find a win in waste
They die too soon as men
who gather bliss in pain.

How naive these ruthless demon
Find comfort in blood-their feed
Slaying the bond of benign
they boast to conquer a land
Fertile it would be no doubt
in the midst of dead carcass

How glad they feel-these wretched
tormenting the disabled innocents
Cherishing the tears of kin
Who died a death so cold

Core goes to children of land
Born under the shower of dismay
To see not a flower in bloom
Instead a garden of dead
Who learnt to run not in play
But to take a shelter unsafe
O Creator! Do save them
Help them win this game
Axe the gloom in air
And let peace prevail!