My Sixth Poem ‘Purple’


God Scientist

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.



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