The sky is full of smoke,
No life can be seen,
Everything is dark here,
There is no trace of green.
Is that what our beautiful world,
Will be, some years after?
Will no child play in the sand?
Will there be no laughter?
Why should this happen to us?
Can’t it be prevented?
Can’t this cruel hostility
Among humans, ever be ended?
Can’t people love each other?
Is benevolence so hard?
Why do we forget,
We are all children of the same Lord?
Come, let us pledge together,
Let us join our hands,
To end this enmity and hatred,
Let us unite all hands.
Only then will birds fly freely,
Only then will children play,
When we all love each other,
Peace will have its say.
-Not written by me :)
"...And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?" W B Yates / Second Coming
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very thoughtful Harshita :))
ReplyDeleteit almost played like a song in my mind!
ReplyDeleten then i was disappointed to know dat u didnt write it!
but gud it is :)
lovely and thanks for sharing :)
ReplyDeletebeautiful thoughts. obliged!
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