To, Mr. Peccadillo Poem by SALINI NAIR

Invention is on the way
Hypothesis that synthesize
It's the way to easiness
Glory to the creation

There in a battlefield it baffled
Fire that extinguish lives
Science succeed on the parch
But heart that failed to feel

Idol march on earth for the purpose
Nothing left as all has the life
There evil wile on its way
Self bow for selfishness

Deity separates for that time
Then evil march in the idol
Weapons carry on its hands
Brain that dictate by sin

There deity separates forever
Evil that patches to shadows
There evil sit on the throne
World that rule by darkness

There in the darkness weapons that speaks
Sin never hear the cry of the victims
But the giggle of its success
Just for moments

But the unwise never forget the fact!
Its divinity that's more on earth
When it rises, you will perish
Patience is divine so never bargain it

Earth will shake and you will perish
Wind will blow, you will wipe out
In that flood you will sink
As you are silly in its arms

Your weapons will kill yourself
History clarified it before
So never consider endurance
It will happen by the next dawn

Evil need not pave path for the deity
As that path slippery with blood stain
God never walk on the bloodshed
So it's foolish to name it a vision of God

Science on the path of innovations
Trust on the path of deterioration
Brotherhood on interrogation
Silence is his patience, remind it today! !

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