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Terror Module

Aug 11, 2025
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By Dr.Vivek Matmari


They killed them mercilessly she claimed

those innocent warriors for freedom

innately corrupt in her wisdom

our guardians were disgraced and blamed


Bribed and sold voices of freedom

With empathy for those intruders

Words of venom for our defenders

Ridiculed the sacrifice, the martyrdom


With mutilated remains in the grave

The soul that was perturbed

To his child, it Woke up and cautioned

Avenge it, Be ruthless, my child Be brave


My son, don't fall prey

Misguided is every story

Distorted is their history

We shall roar ,let the fools  Bray


They could never win a war

They wouldn't even ever

Our strength makes them shiver

Anhillate them my son,and be a star


With no hope in their abilities

Malacious way they have devised

The lizard and crocodile have united

Yet the dove can fly above adversities


In the name of religion they shall misguide

Spread fanatism in the entire valley,

But yet hate their own community

In Those zones which they have occupied


In the name of culture they shall mingle

Facilitate their wicked dreams in institutes

Instigate the poor,encourage the presstitutes

Disintegrate us in every way that is possible


In the name of Love they shall mesemerize

Lure the innocent into the ploy

Convert her to a slave, a traitor or a mere toy

And multiply their lineage and size


Like termites they will try to infest

 into every sphere, police, politics and military

To Destabilize us with  breach and treachery

Chop them to pieces, eliminate every pest


My son defend my country with glory

Protect every Hindu, Muslim, Sikh ,Christian

Defend everyone who is loyal and a proud Indian

Butcher every traitor ,wicked neighbour and Rewrite the history


By Dr.Vivek Matmari


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