38.Rise Mates Rise

Sickle in hand they searched each home and lane
Stopping only to kill and brutally slain.
Thinking themselves to be the Guardian's of the Nation
They were on a spree to wipe out God's Creation.

Soon the tears and moans were stifled
On Earth the blood of innocent trickled.
Who were the victims matters no more
The ground was strewn with corpse in scores.

No one lived to come outdoor
Life was silenced even indoor.
Their tears had dried up,they were brave
Alone they fought tooth and nail till their grave.

Rise Mates Rise ,don't just shed crocodile tears
Join hands, before you become a victim Dear
Rise and act ,throw away your fears
Or else, there will be no one to wipe your tears.


By Binita Jha