When you were learning
how to kill,
somebody was beheading my faith.
There was lint in my eyes
and the lathyrism
In raw emotions
you took away everything from me
I was left with an entire whole.
Still I will owe you
a minus zero when fight for numbers
will break out.
Who are those people,
that were sharing the divide?
How much will remain when you divide death?
Submitted by Satish Verma.