Sonnet-1

Throats so dry do hardly wail

Heart so broken forebodes

Eyes so helpless, warn a fiery trail

Mind oppressed with dead loads

Pain and agony the souls inhale

Sounds of blasts are more than cries

Death may walk in without permission

"It'll be alright" the mother lies

No creed edifies to annihilate the principled

All religion teaches, hatred's omission

Peace will be achieved, be convinced

When power of altruism will be copious

Love for power will upshot blackened

But abnegation will evince to be prodigious

- warranium