They are trained to be misanthrope
With hatred, evil mindset in their wardrobe
Monsters underneath the human skin
Desperate to took away impeccable's grin
All set for trap to conquer the globe
Shooting innocent heads as a cantaloupe
Pulwama, Uri, 26/11 as their major win
Those disastrous scenes could never fade-in
Hijacks, hostage, suicide bombs, torpedoes
Beetween lifeless lives and deaths created a tightrope
They are now with overflowing pot of sin
It's the time, they have to cave-in.
© Miss Rs