Where ever he went, liked to wave a terror flag.
Yes, I am talking about no one but Kasab,
The man who made Mumbai, a terror hub.
Roamed around the city with a gun,
Killed whoever he found, one after one.
I questioned God about his existence, asked him Why?
He replied, with a Sigh!
And said, "There will be justice
Give me a little time, I will work on peace."
And you know what, Kasab did die for the better,
Better late than never!
RIH Kasab (Rot in Hell)
Pretty cool... But why God needs time? God knows I guess.
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Himanshu Nagpal | Being Traveler
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Thank you Himanshu. Well, I guess God needed time to put sense in our Government's heads that it is time we hang Kasab.
ReplyDeleteNicely written poem....beautifully rhymed
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Sri Valli :)
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ReplyDeleteFirstly thank you very much for visiting and appreciating my post I love you Maa Loved your comment, will wait for your next visit :)
Very well written poem Neeta, Loved it... God may take time but can never do injustice with the innocents... Beautifully weaved lines... Happy blogging :)
Thanks Ayushi :)
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