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Mar 2019
He’s not mad nor a murderer
He doesn’t crave any violence
Nor his principles ask for any
He pleads, prays and bows down
No, he doesn’t have an appetite of flesh
Nor a thirst for any blood
He wants the same thing
Just like most of you want..
“To raise his families in peace.”  
Just like you all, he also exists
The difference is- his religion doesn’t
Not at least in the minds of his fellow people
A man, Just because
He chose/inherited to bow head instead of join hands,
Is forced to lay down with lifelessness
Amidst the prayers of good life and prosperity
“Is he allowed to speak?”  
“Yes or No, if he does he’s a terrorist.”
Little did that three year old
Laying lifeless in front of his own Masjid knew
His white hat would bring so much despair,
Which even a million apologies can never repair.
Eliza Prasai
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