From beautiful huts to blasting buildings,
From greeting people to shooting bodies,
From aspiring dreams to shaken realities,  
From seeking cognizance to increasing calamities,
Turning green to red everywhere,
From rainbow sky to added black ashes in there,
The sound of cheers are so rare,
We lost people to ponder upon this and care,
Where do I find the old world again?
The world free from tears and pain,
Where do I find blooming flowers and peaceful rain?
The joy of kids playing and gazing old people walking down the lane,
This world made my heart go numb,
Looking at humans destroying each other,
Not even sparing fetus in the womb,  
At last the truth is there's no one to even bother,
The life goes on,
With hopeless hearts in this dreadful environment,
We all move on.
                          -Faeza Kazim