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Jun 2019
On every terrorist incident,
Leave they not a stone unturned,
And scream it without fail.

Why do they think of 7th heaven,
Heaven after killing so many,
Of the innocent people?

Undertakers of Ola they are,
******* commit dastardly acts,
Ever will they be able to gaze,
Right into their own eyes in a mirror?
Ola Who Uber is their warcry

Secondary acrostic.

My HP Poem #1747
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
Written by
Àŧùl  30/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ
(30/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ)   
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     Bogdan Dragos and Monika Layke
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