TERRORIST

He smiles.
He shed tears.
He breathes.
He sleeps.
But never can he be called a human.

He has a mother.
He has a child.
He has a wife.
He has a father.
But never can he be called a family member.

He attacks.
He destroys.
He snatches.
He kills.
But never can he be called a god.

He is a bruiser.
He is dangerous.
He is cold-hearted.
He is dreadful.

But never can he be called an ultimate devil.

 

For money once he fled away.

For being called rich; he had sway.

He hates self for being a killer.

He kills his soul every passing day.

But never will he be pardoned anyway.

 

His family curses him every hour.

His return will still be a pleasure.

Though he has caused them millions of misery.

Though they know he is a bloody looser.

But never will they want him to hang from the highest tower.

 

He was born as any other normal human.

His mother has fed him alike her other children.

He has stained self in game of blood.

The crackers exchanged with bombs and gun.

But never is he blessed long life by his mother insane.

 

He thinks he is brave.

Terror has created in him the slave.

The defiant slave against humanity.

His eradication is a necessary wave.

But never will he surrender till he is dig deep in his grave!