An epidemic plague

 
 The mind of terrorist runs on
One and only one software
He only recognizes the commands
Of trigger and fire ware.
 
He damns care
Who’s strong and weak?
As even before naked eyes
He sneaks.
 
He doesn’t know
Etiquette of red-tapism
As he looks at all
Through monochromatic prism.
 
He doesn’t bother
One may have one son
As to kill others for him
Is nothing but a fun.
 
He knows no difference
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An elegy to the poem

 
I send you to represent
In various magazines and ezines
From my country
To the world of every region
But you fall victim
To the predators
So called  poetry editors.
 
They’re prepared
With ready witted reply:
To the guidelines
Your submission doesn’t comply.
 
Some say:
Thank you for your interest
But we decided to pick up the best
Some says:
You’re committing a crime
By composing the poems in rhyme.
Better if our guidelines you rehearse
As we consider poems only in free verse.
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Ailments

It’s neither about
The Wordsworth’s Solitary Reaper
Nor it’s glamorous life
Of Dhoni, wicketkeeper
But it’s about crying of
Beggars and lepers
In the premises of temple
And stretching their bruised hands
For petty alms
Before another beggar.
 
It’s neither in the memory of
Keat’s Endymion
Nor it’s in the memory
Of Tennyson’s In Memoriam
Nor it’s about melodic
And euphonic tone of harmonium
Nor it’s about the altar and pandemonium
Standing on which
Pre-election promises
Are performed by the politicians
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