Sin
Children were playing in the garden,
And Mum was cooking in the kitchen.
She was suddenly shocked when noticed,
Children have a collection of weeds,
Flies and worms. Mum said, it is a Sin,
And asked to stop cruelity on innocents.
Mum; why are you so worry, it is fun?
What do you mean, killing innocents is sin?
I thought they have had 84 Lakh re-births,
I was thinking they shall get a new Birth.
Do you know Religion has fighting?
And killed thousands a year, Is It not sin?
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2005
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