I become a victim of hatred
And my life gets shattered
Getting displaced from my family and community“
Forever from this world
Not knowing the reason for the current hate
Religion decides my life fate
My death attains an unplanned date
The death creators get a fixed rate
All my dreams get buried
Along with my body
A mind and soul which witnesses the human cruelty
Even at the time of its permanent exit
While my body dies
The hate does not die
Looking out for new victims
It only attains permanence
Life was never better before
Being a victim of artificial human division
In the name of religion
Being subjected to communal apartheid
Generations pass and lives change
But the seeds of hatred never lose its range
At the time of my death, it only appears strange
That for no fault of mine, I receive death in exchange
T H Sreerama is a retired employee from Central Warehousing Corporation (CWC)
As long as society is ruled
By artificial caste and creed
The people will be a victim
Of hate, murder and mayhem