Baljit Singh
The man
Weak
Very weak
Beaten to death
By the odds
Poor or wealthy
Could not stand against
The work of odds
The man of any religion
Cannot withstand
War, riots and fights
The work of odds
Beaten to death
By the collective odds
I did not realise
I realised the harm later
The beaten, forgot going to work
Civilised, kept looking the harm
Wanted to do many things
Love too, his false charm
Smiles to his love
Beaten to death
A lot of harm