Kill him, He is a Muslim !

Kill him! He is Muslim!

Was the call of the crowd,

Swords and knives in hand,

All of them behind me, and

My breath losing its faith,

No time to catch breath and wait..

I ran up the street,

The lane was dark and discreet..

I took a turn to my area,

The crowd halted

I had no idea

Why my blood they wanted.

Behind the filthy wall I sat

Quietness in the air, voices dead,

And then, suddenly, arose another roar,

Safe among my people, but sore,

I saw a man running, scared and sad,

A crowd behind him, beastly mad,

The same song I heard, the tune was new,

'Kill him,' they said, 'He is a Hindu!'

From My Poems: HERO