Smelling Ground

 

So far, we knew nothing

But had heard something

The old books spell it with length

But we were careless for unknown strength.

 

We were surprised

When someone fired

Shots from close range

And killed innocent of all ages.

 

Now we came to know about peace

So far we were taking it with an ease

Many statesmen talked with golden advice

And ascertained full support to look into with promises.

 

They came to know only when they were attacked

Their posture became naked

Nobody could recover from shock

The grief ran out of stock.

 

So peace has become dear

With danger so near

No one knows when will strike the terrorists

Still, people favour  dialogue and openly insist

 

It is a simple form of suicide

They are trained to decide

Only destruction and take lives

“The heaven is open for martyrs.”

 

With such theory in mind

What shall we find?

Only deaths around

And terribly smelling ground.