<≪≪≪≪≪ Sensitivity

I am here standing in front of you to day To confess something I have done wrong According my conscience and etiquette of the world I have banned one well reputed poet From a country called Turkey permanently For bashing me and my religion Under the cover of his revolutionary poetry. I am very sad at this moment My heart hangs and becomes very weighty Oh! What a tender ''sensibility and sensitivity'' From a heart others think made up of stone! A mind I hold so softer others think full of Hard core extremism, the real fact is that Tears are coming down from my hurt eyes and I am crying Today no more I can write poetry As if I am killed or have murdered the poet resides in me So humble is my attitude, so fearful i am from the guilty Of hurting others ‘sentiment yet they think I am a deadly terrorist, if this the case Now I sit and wonder! Who are they who kill In Bosnia, Chechnya, girls children women In Afghanistan Palestine Iraq, old and young Who are they in killing spree in Gujarat in 2002? In 1984 in Delhi and in Mumbai in 1992? Who burns down Graham Stain alive along with his child In Orissa? Oh! My lord! They are all sophisticated! ! Now I compare my violent guts and hateful mind Others think so ferocious in reality that could not kill a fly With theirs so soft like flower petals take away Thousands of lives with a smiling face Later to boost up killer instinct and to brag in front of groups members of family, mothers and sisters With thumping chest! ! ! Oh! God, order the earth To come up with a crack Deep and wide The heat of hypocrisy is too hot here On the surface, I want to go inside And take shelter into her darkness! (please do not look grammar cause in front of strong emotions, grammar is nothing, a big egg of a horse. intentionally written in this way)