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