From A Mother's Side..

It's icky to be in that arena Blood bath that harmonized In a corner a corpse lie without sense A bud that not flourished A toddler on a mourning lap Tears that speak her disaster Fission much wider than a bomb From the mothers heart Who is there to wipe out those tears? Innocence that burn in terrorism A corpse without sense organs Wrapped with woolen cloth He never involved in the plot Yet a prey of the violence Words won't cutoff her pain Money won't wipe out her tears It's from a mother's heart Terrorism will not deliver a child But it eradicate numerous lives It's the fission of a mother's heart Those tears will fuse at once There in that explosion world will perish Sinner will burn Virtue of numerous mothers'….. ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.