Brother From Another Mother
- Mahrukh Qasim

- Feb 2, 2023
- 1 min read
He was just one of us,
One could hardly differentiate.
What demons predominate?
Destruction became his entire focus.
None could be suspicious,
Pressing button he didn’t hesitate.
This blew up the entire congregate.
Wretched roof collapsed over unconscious.
And the ones bleeding,
Among dead bodies
Laying there 101 till their last breath.
None was anticipating,
Tales of tragedies.
Struggle between life and death.
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