I dreamt that I was a wicked terrorist

I would kill people in a mindless way-

Even the innocent kids and women

Any thought of morality I’d keep at bay

I was greedy and craved for riches

Wanted lot of money at any cost

I wouldn’t give a second thought to the

Fact that how many lives would be lost

So I went on a grisly killing spree

That would create a pile of corpse

I would laugh and collect the payment

For my family I  had high hopes

I know people hated the terrorists

They were coming to annihilate us

I had to be constantly on the run

It was a mere fugitive’s status

Finally, they  reached out to me

With their hunting hound dogs terrible

I could not outrun those fiends and

Was heading for a sure death horrible

I had to kill my family with me

Couldn’t leave it unprotected  here

Just before the suicide I was thinking

What did I gain with the greed I shared

With a loud sound of detonated bomb

I woke up from the dreaded nightmare,

Thought – was money worth all that crime,

For like those corpse my body would be bare

Nothing will go with me after my death

Let me be a good soul till the last breath

                                                        ~ Sudha Dixit

                                                       Bangalore, India