Endless Tryst With Hatred

Beyond our paradise of harmony and bliss

Lies a place barren with dust and despairing abyss

They wake up to the clamor of rifles and guns

Whereas we fall asleep to the serenity around us

Theirs is a world of cacophony of bombings and blasts

While we groove on to the musical notes that so strikingly last

Here, we stroll in the concord of divine nature and frisky talks

They walk amidst the oodles of bloodshed and broken building blocks.

A sight, that would send shivers down our spine

Blood tainted soil and broken limbs shot and twined

With vultures hovering, devouring on the tattered muscle pieces

Smoke faced children rummaging around for their parents’ faces

Our world, so much better, is a utopia so clean and serene,

Yet we do fail to realise the blessings we thrive in

Cause it takes a lot, a lot of courage to live through such aching days

In the war ridden cities, where Peace is all what they ask in their prayers.