Mohamed_AttaTo the earth, I was the master,

Till my greed turned into disaster;

And now I die in my youth,

For what I always thought was the truth.


Thirsty, drenched, lying on the ground,

Bleeding, waiting for the death to hound;

Countless others who died just before,

september_11_burningAre asking me the reasons for.


There is no flesh, there is no bone;

In its prime, my story is gone;

Above me, the sizzling sun mocks,

Deep below the pinching rocks.


Where are the Mullahs, where is the fun,

Where is the heaven, where are harems;

That all was a bluff, now I know,

But I had just come, and now I go.



PS:  As Christians we all hate the Islamic terrorists as well as those who brainwash them into such acts, but what about these lines?

“Blessed are ye, when men shall hate you, and they separate from you, and shall reproach you and cast out your name as evil, for the son of man’s sake. Rejoice ye, in that day and leap for joy, behold, your reward is in heaven.”

Luke 6:22


5 thoughts on “… THE DYING TERRORIST (POEM)

  1. very well said, Dr Sanjeev. keep it up. it is very true, what all u have said, they are shown a rosy picture, but all thats a bluff…bt they still don t understand this..what a pity..

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