From dawn to dusk,every twilight, every moment all of us are dreaming of peace and harmony in our nations.Unfortunately,innocence is smashed and relief has become alien to this land.Morsels are being snatched from the poor’s mouth.Widows and orphans are waiting for their loved ones in a hope and I’m freaked,their obsession makes my blood frigid.Couched potatoes are increased in numbers,if someone redemptive for them they even don’t confess.Riots are now for sale in every market.The red carpets on roads spread by th blood of innocent asks, what are their sins?In crowd,an individual feels alone,those life threatening bombs make many entities to fade so sudden that even they don’t get the drift what has happened.Daily thousand of funerals,those corpse cascaded in white apparels in their coffins scattered on ground like autumn leaves look so angelic that pangs of pain quake in my body.

Peep in poor’s twig shanty,what can we see?swamped Divine faces,a whole valley of sorrows behind their old ragged clothes,pain and a hope that one day they will unite,unanimity with justice as friend,generous ruler and chance to boost voice  for them but building castle is not suitable for everyone because it needs hard,strong power and for that their castles are demolished.Warning to everyone breath how much you want ,maybe you won’t get another chance.Drooping heads and heavy heart lead to suicide,we conclude this as Oh!poor,poverty inspired him/her to do so.Grudge and brutality are prevailing day by day.Illiteracy is also killing the humanity,women are forbid to dream and if they ask for their rights then they are buried alive with their desires.On one’s shoulder,life is so heavy that they slip and collapse again and again,some survive and some weak heads are drowned in those waves of difficulties.Traitors and mobsters are rambling independently on this pure celestial land.They torture and torment the witness to sew mouths and to curtain on those rascals.If someone hold the hand of truth so he/she is not able to see next sun rise.

What is cost of life we don’t know but we do know the cost of Lamborghini gallardo.Penny pinchers are scrooge just for poor but for them thousand meters of silk is used for their drape on windows and the poor even can’t luck to have one meter to wear.Hundred of mouth watering,luscious cuisines are on their tables and beggarly people even can’t get dry hay.Giant palace,they have for living and for their illegal,crook actions but poor faces sleep on empty,dark streets like their lives or they have huts which are then washed away in floods.The beauty,the nature surge tears they show by hurricanes,floods and Tsunami.Valleys,hills and cliff are disturbed,they take part in this macabre by volcanic eruption and earth quakes.Night cries,waves screams at shores,moon gives faint light and these all are curious what is going on this heaven?My soul asleep on this battle ground.

Here the world is so dark,streets are empty,lanterns as hopes are there but no light.Here terrorism is on peak.Here are hurdles.Here are blood streams.Here everything is enveloped in fake.Here we are tempted to be a wolf like creatures,and this all is licking me like termite and when I think of innocence which is murdered, my hair stand on the end and I forget my own sorrows for while. I plead,I beg for the rest of fragrance of innocence.Don’t bid someone’s life for just some jingling of coins.This scenario is hard for my country and this whole world.May Lord tend it.

Just tell me what kind of world do you want?