The Terrorist

The terrorist - Raktabeej* malicious Born of his own spilled blood -
 In wicked human minds, devoid 
Of humane and pious virtues, 
Respects no boundaries and 
Recognizes no barriers in cruelty. 

A terrorist has no religion, no creed
 No nationality, no caste and no heart. 
Harbinger of poisonous ideology, Masked with countless identities, 
 It's an acid thrown with vengeance, 
 From unmarked hands upon decency. 

He tramples upon nobility of thought, 
Rooted in human mind that nurtures
 Instinct of freedom and compassion. He longs to extinguish the light that 
Embraces the art and literature to breathe 
Life upon altar where love is worshiped.

 Let us protect the light of altruism
 That burns in millions of kindred hearts, From a much despised ruthless invader. 
Let us allow wisdom to block the terror, 
 To rise in solidarity with like minds, 
Invincible and strong like a solid rock.
 * Raktabeej was an Asura (demon) . His story is narrated in Ancient Sanskrit book 'Devi Mahatamyam'.