GOOD FRIDAY

Misunderstandings n anger, a great saint killed.

With accusations useless, people Him, ruthlessly grilled

Into his soft flesh, big iron nails they drilled.

But His spirit strong to such attrocities did not yield.

Miscreants happy were that Him they gruesomely killed

Seeing  this, with sorrow n remorse, many hearts were filled.

Died He who taught love n Peace; but fate wasn't sealed.

Seeing Him rise on Easter, his followers were thrilled.

Live they who live for others in our heart; they can never be killed.

Armin Dutia Motashaw