Nobody comes here The wind sometimes brings me out The leaves struggle to console me But they cannot I too Only smoke flies inside the room This is how life Runs after war I'm not happy for his patritism Who is there to love me Like him Nobody comes The smoke doesn't help
Forgetting what loss someone has incurred on you, Think of love, though a droplet, And get yourself assured The day will be yourself And you will live it to the full
Don't try to change the things as per your needs; Change your needs to make the most of them and to live better life For the source of such things is far away from our reach!
Being at war is easy Because killing people isn't now a matter of deep thinking before doing that But being at peace Is still a hard nut to crack Because saving people is a matter of deep thinking before doing that