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Much we have seen and scenes are heart wrenching

For a dusty coinage, how many have fallen

Come to my land, will show you tulip gardens

Where every day we bury a seed of longevity

And grow under the shade of hatred many trees

Ah! Steel we have enough, not but a human heart

That knows the gate of Heaven to take the masses

But dust of demon we have under our thumb

And in jiffy we break what was made in decades

Much bombing can only but destroy what is left

Can't we accommodate a disagreement?

When click is a sniff of death that we preserve.

Let peace be not a victim of hatred

But a guest who serves even his enemy.

Mushtaque B. Barq

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