To Human Bomb's Father
TO HUMAN-BOMB'S FATHER Being a father is being rock outwardly And to keep flowing love-stream inwardly. It's not so easy to melt After mountain felt. The intensity of caring Requires huge daring. How do they fill gunpowder To celebrate killing louder? They are either crazy Or the devil disguised daisy. By killing your baby son You killed the rising sun. How you forgot his heavenly smile Tearing and stuffing explosive while. You didn't destroy your offspring But burned bombing the King. O how cruel is your creator Who has made you a dictator. Ask your god to install human-machine To produce only your kind of "Benzene". Only then you will become a man Otherwise will remain sharp killing fan. O how foolish to act upon such advice Open your ear for the Father's kind voice. By Rajneesh Kumar Mishra