. . . continued
It was almost the end, the finale lying ahead
He who killed their dad, would soon be dead
Salim dealt with the leader's den, inspected the ammo
'yes, that's all that we need, to win without much bloodshed
They entered the house, all a mess and awfully silent somehow
Searching the house, found a report saying he's dead. "What? How?"
Back to the cave where they camped he proudly smiled & told Ahmed
"Khudabaksh's alive, enjoying his life! Which we will no more allow"
Michael saw the map, the plotting, he was amazed to see what begot
"Let's go brother, to another country. Well there's a different plot"
Khudabaksh's camp was well fortified, it wasn't a child's play to get in
They didn't want any bloodshed, just the mafia, in hell he would rot
Spying in the camp he understood, what the two were up-to
There wasn't much time, they had to leave, without much ado
Having done the groundwork they waited, Pathan would never escape
this was it! Coming nightfall, they would make a breakthrough
"Kaboom" the sky went ablaze, 'this was the moment'
They ran towards the den, their destiny wasn't distant
Crashed was the fence, dead were the sentries, the plan had worked wonders
the boys were running, searching the rooms, oh! They were impatient
They entered the Afghan's room, it was already full of shrieks
Forrest yelled: "Put down the guns, I'll shoot the one who speaks"
Khudabaksh turned around, gun still pointed towards the kids on the floor
"and who are You now? What's your business here?" he asked with a roar
Salim yelled, "kill him, he killed our dad, whom we came here to avenge"
"Quiet!" snapped Michael, "whom he killed, we would have, to take our dad's revenge"
Amjad went aghast, this was new , but the time was being wasted
Clock was ticking, they had to act, bombs were timed and planted
In that room, amidst five people, four of them quite so young
Hot-blood-burning-den-pointed-guns, tied was every tongue.
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