To a terrorist,from a sister

Hi,how are you ?Had always wanted to write to you.Though I know it is going to be a one sided communication.Actually there are a few things that I always wanted to ask you,though I know you have much important things to do than reading my downright stupid and immature letter.You have a cause to fight for.You are aiming for heaven.I know you kill people(mostly people like me)because you have learnt from someone that it will lead you to heaven.Well I am not very religious,don't really believe in "life after death" and stuff.But I know a thing or two about heaven :there all are treated as equals,there is no religion in heaven.So, then how can you go to heaven ?

There is thing about you that always intrigues me.I had always wanted to ask you this question "Did you always want to be a terrorist".Wasn't there a time when you also had emotions,you loved simpler things,did not understand religion.was'nt there a time when you cried?There must have been a time when you must have felt bad when you accidently crushed a tiny ant under your feet.When you loved sleeping in your mother's lap,listening to her lullabies,dreaming of fairies?There must have been a time when you loved poetry.Listened to songs.There must have been a time when you fell for a girl spent your days thinking of her all the time?Wasn't life much more simpler than what it is now ?There must have been a time when you had looked at someone and judged him by the way he looked or walked or talked and hadn't thought about his religion or made plans to kill him.I am sure you have had days like that.And I am sure that those were the days when you worshipped your God with love and respect and not with fear and desperation.Having said all that I believe you would someday take a minute or two out of your busy schedule and see this letter of mine and give it a thought.
Will wait till that day.

Take Care

My first poem

Once upon a time

In a faraway land

Lived a girl

Happy as d isle

Who longed to love

And loved to smile

Then she met him

A boy named Sky

Who,they say, was born to fly

Sparks flew,and then she knew

That she was meant for him

But soon he had to go

to a place where he'd make his dreams come true

And the girl named Isle

Lost her smile

She wrote him letters many a few

And he wrote back

Saying that he missed her too

Time flew,and then they knew

That there is more to it

Than meets the eye

They tried their best to make it work

But alas!It couldn't stand the test of time

And so in the midst of chasing their dreams

They had to wave each other goodbye

This is the story of the boy,who,they say,was born to fly

And the girl,well she was meant to write

And here she sits and wonders how time flies by

And about the boy named Sky