Messiah of jihadis,
Silenced untimely by fellow jihadis.
The unkindest hands of insane Islamizes,
Fanatic, inhuman, savage,
A blot on mankind,
Downed the curtain of a chequred era.
Bloody end was the reward of,
Terror madness, raised and watered,
By her own hands and mind.
Kashi of west, Oxford failed,
To canonized her mind,
As suave, secular, friendly and non-violent.
A crowed puller enchantress,
Vying the throne of failed Pakistan.
Short did she play but always played with fire.
When house the scorpion,
Who stands to blame?
Daughter of a war happy father,
Always sworn, to wage a thousand years’ war,
Against a peace loving secular India.
Dreamt to plunder her,
And furl the defeated flag at Red Fort.
Failed, rejected, and hanged,
By his own gun totting marshals.
Her own brother was murdered brutally,
Considered a danger to her hunger and designs.
Courted by Mr. Ten Percent,
Violently departed from the world,
And Mr. Ten Percent got the crown,
For which she died.
Rejected by her own people,
Loved and respected by the clowns,
She hated and ambushed.
Her madness was without method,
Princess was Benzir Bhutto.
By: -
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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