PEACE: (MOKSHITA BATRA VII-A)

PEACE

The sky is full of smoke,

No life can be seen ,

Everything is dark here;

There is no trace of green,

Is that what our world,

Will be some years after?

No child will play in the sand,

And there will be no laughter,

Why will this happen to us?

Can’t it be prevented?

Can’t this cruel hostility

Among human beings ever be ended?

Can’t people love each other?

Is benevolence so hard?

Why do we forget

We are children of the same land,

Come, let us pledge together

Let us join our hands,

To end this enemity and hatred

Let us unite all the hands,

Then only birds will fly

Then only children will play

When we all love each other

Peace will have its say.