While hearing about the air attack spree
My five-year old sister suddenly asked me
Is Osama dead?
Has his body been laid?
No Osama cannot die
Hard as hard the world may try
An Osama within us is beyond interception
Lying dormant waiting and waiting
For a triggered eruption.
He is present in all of us,
So well hidden, his shadows we easily miss.
He was in Aurangzeb, he was in Hitler
He is everywhere, maybe even in your butler.
The need is brotherhood, unlike Abel and Cain,
Osama isn’t a religious boon, rather he is a bane.
He is the mastermind of the attacks of terror,
To let him prevail would be a grave error;
The world may have reached near destruction,
But after destruction, there is resurrection
As the holy books say, truth triumphs in the end,
So there is belief in my heart that there is no dead end.
The devil can never win,
God can’t be turned to lead and tin.
Try to control the forces of the devil,
Or you will be hollowed by this slimy weevil.
Dear friends it will be a long fight,
Let the forces of good unite.
Against evil we all must fight,
Make the Osama vanish from your heart,
Into the night…
Into the night…
This is a very special poem.. I wrote it in tenth standard and was awarded a 'Special Prize for poetry for the New Millenium' by the HRD ministry for it! Fittingly one of my first post! :)
My five-year old sister suddenly asked me
Is Osama dead?
Has his body been laid?
No Osama cannot die
Hard as hard the world may try
An Osama within us is beyond interception
Lying dormant waiting and waiting
For a triggered eruption.
He is present in all of us,
So well hidden, his shadows we easily miss.
He was in Aurangzeb, he was in Hitler
He is everywhere, maybe even in your butler.
The need is brotherhood, unlike Abel and Cain,
Osama isn’t a religious boon, rather he is a bane.
He is the mastermind of the attacks of terror,
To let him prevail would be a grave error;
The world may have reached near destruction,
But after destruction, there is resurrection
As the holy books say, truth triumphs in the end,
So there is belief in my heart that there is no dead end.
The devil can never win,
God can’t be turned to lead and tin.
Try to control the forces of the devil,
Or you will be hollowed by this slimy weevil.
Dear friends it will be a long fight,
Let the forces of good unite.
Against evil we all must fight,
Make the Osama vanish from your heart,
Into the night…
Into the night…
This is a very special poem.. I wrote it in tenth standard and was awarded a 'Special Prize for poetry for the New Millenium' by the HRD ministry for it! Fittingly one of my first post! :)
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