How you, poise prudence, with that ‘Brotherhood’
Which seeds, in souls, faith’s fanatic jihad
A tomb stands now, where your, fortitude stood
Vain warrior, you once wore, that royal façade!
Was Bin Laden, happenstance, not a friend!
You weighed, in gold, and faith; not sins
Then his fear appeared, to you, godsend
Who prayed, for ‘Salaam’, o’er Kaffirs’ skins!
Wasn’t enigma, at all, your new avatar!
A moth, who mimicked, a firefly
Who sold, half-truths, in lies’ bazaar
And loved, to flirt, with his, past’s alibi!
The moth, did succumb, to his inferno
Who dared, to redeem, his heaven, from hell
A brink-man, dissolved, in his own shadow
The Man Who Knew 9/11 Too Well!
© 2018 Vikas Chandra