Bodies splashed like ink blots,
Blood spattered like dewdrops,
What has life come unto?
Where has humanity gone to…
Guns now reminiscence more of utensils,
Darkness seldom now gives way …
I think how one day I was born,
And another day, you’ll die this way.
Obnoxiously they find remains,
Of the glory obliterated,
Of the stories annihilated, while
He just looks back in time…
Mannequins of time often wane,
While my expressions don’t change,
All I want, is harmony back again,
Get it what way, but, get it in lane…
Honey Kumar
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