Pulwama Attack ~ The Sacrifice

A mother lost his son,

Once a peace place,

Becomes a war zone now,

Thirsty for blood.

Blue Lake turned red,

Was difficult to count dead,

The dead stain on,

Humanities head.

Brutally and viciously ,

The name of religion,

Should be erased from,

Humanity.

Frightening nights ,

Helpless cries,

Enough the dreams of ties,

Shattering in front of our eyes.

Being selfless in the world,

Is rewarded with bombs,

Is not rewarded with medals,

To the Indian soldiers.

Answers shall be sneaked,

Justice and vengeance,

Shall be served,

With diplomacy.