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
-Tejal Goyal
