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I composed it sometime after 9/11.

I felt that---
the terrorism is a worse factor,and
peace is a fine nectar.
I felt,also saw that---
the terrorists are slayer,
accustomed to hunt innocents,
they have poly faces,
and a bunch of err cases.
But,I failed to infer that---
they too are humans,then
why they scatter beings?
if they want to rule the world
or their rights are being robbed?
When I conclude,I get only that---
both of us born free & to remain free,but
they should be restricted only to free,
they are similar to tree,
grows till death,but
don't give fossils after the death.
But, who are they?
But, why are they?

My Aunt's Death

She was attacked by an unknown,
Doctors called it heart failure.
Relatives buried her in the grave
leaving four kids alone,unsafe.
Kids were crying bitterly,that
why relatives are burying her,
Nor their quiet mom was answering,
neither relativs were being silent,
Kids were watching other's face.
Also,they had no one to say father,as
he had just gone for money further.
First time kids were seen in sad,
but they knew nothing about that.
Younger one asked her grand mom,innocently,
Will you too be buried so
and would never come back?
Grand mom's mouth opened,since
it was a great unfortunate for her & son,
Kids got no answer except weep,
even asked many knowns.

Politics

I am telling you a rhyme,
Once upon a time.
A boy named 'Jain',Indian too,
He was curious to know about politics too.
He asked his father about it,
Father told him,"I'll tell you about it."
Ordered him to climb on a huge tree,
Asked him to jump down free.
Son became very unfit,
"Jump son,I'm asking you to do it."
But Jain had full of fear,
Father asked again to his son dear.
Father told him,"jump son, I'll catch you",
"Follow me what I am asking you."
Jain jumped down then,
Father escaped just when.
When son groaned from pain,
Father told,"It is Politics,'Jain'."