Death, like the sword of
Democles is always
hanging over heads
uncertainty is the
hallmark of our generation
perhaps, even the next generation.
Though we are the children of
a war-torn country
with frequent massive explosions
erupting here and there
we always see death face to face in its
fierceness and ferocity every now and then.
Please don’t nurse the
mistaken notion that we
don’t keep beautiful
and colourful dreams, tall ambitions
hopes of a peaceful tomorrow
otherwise a new dawn
permanent roofs over our heads
schools and colleges
an ambience of democracy
like a sky filled with
stars twinkling in harmony
an atmosphere free from fear
of death and mayhem
free from fear
and uncertainty
to open our hearts and minds
like you people who
have tasted the sweet fruits of peace
and prosperity
please do remember in your prayers for
an early end to our sufferings
a life of calm, serene
and tranquil existence
so as to enable
us lead a fearless life
accidentally or by a
Grand Design
in the course of time
we happened to born
at this corner of the world
where peace and prosperity
don’t have a breathing space.
Still we keep cute and
colourful dreams,
flames of ambitions and hopes in our eyes
the heralding of a promising morn.
We can only love our nation
we won’t be able to
shower curses on it
for the predicament
we have found ourselves in….
our country is our mother….
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