Sun is bright, earth is hot, sky observes a strange silence
A drop of sweat slides from his forehead along the nose
It foresees the next fiery moments of the battlefield and
disappears in flush of blood, before reaching the ground
Generations evolved, civilizations nurtured, innovations persevered
Peace still hangs back from the heart of people, reasons are myriad
Here humans kill humans for betterment of humans; in a bloody deed
And is it so difficult to understand, even the grass has a sipid stand?
He who can’t create can kill then why the nature has him created?
When he puts himself in others’ situation, has he himself abided?
Centuries have passed without knowing the purpose of little life
May the beauty of universe flourish to enlighten the every self?
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