Rogue
luring inside,
Peace
and harmony shatter.
India
so forbearing
Trailblazer
born griping next to its own
My empathy
hooked on tears
So much
agony
Fanatic
befall a idol
While,
the real hero remains a stupor
Dies
of valor defending nation
Fighting
to its last,
Devoid
of heed to the pain in the mountains,
Roofed
in butchery snow,
Nation
bestow shelter en route for dolt
For they
take gain
Enough
of finger on our lips.
Must say, a very well written piece!
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