Rajneesh, the running brook!

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

   O thee the deadliest fire!      Thou art never never a god.       Thou art devastating demon,        Tamed and hired by devils of hell.        O let me fire first the fire-hymns,       Which thou not not deserved.                      O how cruel! How horrifying!                       I hate thy roasting business and thee.       Thou doth not consider even            The conceived kangaroo, a mother.         Doth not thou was in her womb, thy creator?     O thou was prayed by all, but thee forgot?  Birds, reptiles, mammals, insects and aquatics.                            All kill'd but thee is praised as protector  How shame! How shame!        O have mercy on half-burnts, half-heartedly!         O thee burnt the king with his kingdom,    Thee burnt them choking and smothering.   Thou didn't allow to drink tears even.    They are dying thirsty, moanig and groaning.        O heaven thou art a silent audience.     Where has thy nourishing habit gone?   O jungle is called the d