Lapse

A Poem by Vanshika Arora

It intrudes into the problem ' Terrorrism', and tries to present the making of a terrorist

Bleaky dappling sunshine,
Never knew its fate.
Nurtured by amber solace of hate.
Pulled taut, the delicate threads,
Of hundreds porcelain lives, to shreads.
Those unlucky seconds, the mockery of time.
Selling out scoops of humanity,
Sitting on the cauldron ablaze
Melting into the depths of nothingness.
The END was not all about today,
But began, a jive 20 years back.
Where a parent broke all lame stereotypes,
A cute little newborn shreak.
Ready to break the streak.
They did claim ,
Neither a doctor, nor an engineer,
Pulling away from the fame.
'We gave birth to the initiator of a new end,
End to all our worries shear.'
Alas, their happy end,
Meant the sprout of a new wreck.
The terrorist
A few taught seconds...
LAPSE.