Preetam Shetty - Hello Mr. Terrorist

Hello Mr. Terrorist, how are you,
You don’t know me, to you I am new.
I am a child eight years old, living in dismay,
Right from the day, you took my daddy away.

My mom keeps crying, all day and night,
She doesn’t smile, I don’t like her plight.
When I am hungry, I ask for bread and honey,
But she just sobs, says there is no more money.

You know downstream, there lives a brat,
He always used to eye, my ball and my bat.
Yesterday he snatched both; he gave me a smack,
Nobody to save me, please give my daddy back.

Daddy used to get me chocolates, after work,
I’ll give them to you, I shall show no smirk.
I’ll give you El, my favorite teddy,
All I ask of you is, please give me my daddy.

I know you snatched him, In the name of your fight,
But I need my daddy, I am sure that is my right.
I plead before you, in the name of your own lad,
Also in the name of someone, whom you call your dad.

Preetam Shetty

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