Am I a seed of grain,
Or am I whim of brain,
Am I materialistic pain,
Or am I for spiritual gain,  
Am I sprout of seed grain,
propagating in the  rain,
Am I  wound of endless pain,
Or I am a leaders capitalists fan,
Am I a ceaseless source of disdain,
Am I traveler forgot his last refrain.

numberless stars,
and limitless space,
many planets and,
moons moving around,
stars light disappearing,
in the darkness,appearing,
and disappearing asteroids,
all make a effort marvelous,
planet unique earth is begotten,
and human being make it rotten.

they don't like bread and butter,
praise and like guns say better,

they praise leaders who advocate,
to have guns and bombs or rocket,

hunger for food is no more they feel,
what attract them more is war smell,

no waterfall, no flowers, no leaves,
no animals, no culture but war scenes,

fascinate them, it is becoming a ruling,
passion for them, pleasure of killing,

they like something bold and drastic,
they feel creatures are doll of plastic,
  
sometimes they justify to religion's sake,
sometimes they justify it nation's sake,  

are they made for destruction by God?
are they Shetan's creation against God?

you are my enemy,
or I am your enemy,
you are my friend,
or I am your friend,

where are you and I?
are you, you, or am I?
if friend, you are in me,
if enemy, you are in me,

you heed " I" to be you,
if not, I exit will not you,
we are not two, you or I,
either we are you or I,

whole universe full of I,  
what is called you is I,
self is always in you,
I am full of self as you.

once again,
black mamba
of nationalism
is hissing
once again,
poison of religion,
injected in veins
of citizen,  

one again,
the free wings,
bird of democracy,
being cut by the,
blades of ,
religion and,
nationalism,

once again,
weapon of fear,
being used,
as fine spear,

once again,
crop of hate,
sown  in,
common fate.

once again
bread and butter,
is not a necessity,

once again
leaders are,
cutting crops,
hate and fear,

one again
players of,
hate and fear,
wining game.

come there,
if time have ever,
behind the mud house,
a tear of my eyes dropped  where,
come there,
for sake of love,
that separated there,
from your eyes,
drop a tear there,
so as you tear,
mingle in my tear,
unite may be,
separated love

group of parrots
flying high in blue sky-
hope never dies