I wrote this poems more than a year back for the cause of humanism and london University exams. It is in record so I can publish it publicly. I hope my this initiative in form of poems as ‘God scientist’ help people to live normal life with the perfect balance.
Smell of Fear is in the air
Smoke of fire is in the air
Sound of the Blast is in the air
Purple cloud of poison is in the air
He started with the talk
He had to say something about life
His house is in the fire
Somebody named it as a poison.
Poison could be freedom for someone
Poison could be faith for someone
Poison could be the ignorance
Poison could be tears of hate for someone.
They are not our people
Shout and oust them
Tears rolled out of dried eyes
Somebody named it as terrorism.
There is dryness in the pond
No oxygen in the air,
It is the purple poison which
Humanity will flush.
Connect with God, satan, world and Soul: