The time stars stare at me
Cascading the light
I closed the doors of my heart
.
The time  the winds
Bringing floral fragrance
I rushed ahead of it
.
When the liberty outstretched
Its hand for my friendship
I neglected the society
.
When blocked all the routes for me
I wept tearing my soul

War is not to show patriotism
But to show barbarism
.
War is not for peace
But for distress
.
War can not win
But can ****
.
War is not against a country
But against people
.
War is not desired by humans
But by weapons
.
Then why the passion for war?

The Rags I wear depict
The poverty that wraps me
But not my heart
.
The eyes faded in my face
Reveal the woe of my soul
But not the reason behind
.
The words I have scattered
Sprouted to become isms
The nights I have spent
Drowned into the belly of TIME
.
The thoughts I conceived
Poured the swords of rebellions
The days I have lost
Pleaded me to memorize them

I don't want the society
Where hunger lingers in
Where agony pours on
Where bias spreads its wings
Where alms are needed
Where begging protudes
Where there is a place for
Both exploiting and exploited
Where fallacies beat the truth
Where sympathy wanes
.
But I want only the place
Where there no hunger for love
Where there is no hunger for equality
Where there is no discrimination

Words are silent
When thoughts are resonating
.
Thoughts are silent
When feelings are resonating
.
Hostility is silent
When love is resonating
.
Love is silent
When pristineness is resonating