As I walked over the Himalayas ,
It started to rumble ,
The gunpowder filled the air ,
As the sots were being fired ,
Everybody started to make unnatural desire ,
As the sound of gunfires took over every other sound ,
The land started to tumble ,
As the war was going on ,
No one was able to grumble ,
No one listened the cry of there ownes ,
The citizens were being killed day and night ,
As my soul was not with me ,
No one was able to stop it ,
As the battle field was there where we were ,
Who knows what were they fighting for ,
For religion or land ,
For greed or power ,
Or was it for freedom or to gain right ,
The whole day it was firing ,
And even whrn the night felled ,
It was not over ,
Thats the way that it goes ,
It doesnt revealed who is right or wrong ,
It only made a winner abd a looser ,
It just brought distruction and sorrow ,
And finally broke the heart of all.    
                                                      WRITTEN BY:                                                  SHASHANK KARN

He sleeps in the meadows
                       on a pillow made of flowers
Arc-Angel voices are heard
              from afar
A gentle wind
                  blows softly
                             at the nape of His neck.  
               Is he sleeping or dreaming ?
                                I don't know, but I feel Him on my skin.  
He created the world
                      in seven days
His garment is made of sackcloth              and camel hair
The scars in his hands
                    have healed beautifully
from the salve of His father's loving hands....
He sleeps in the meadows
                                      like a warrior King of old
who has just saved the world from a great disaster.  
Holding back floods, earthquakes, gunfires, wars
                                  he leaves behind the scent of flowers
where there once was hunger,
                  people aren't hungry anymore.
He feeds me honey from the shackles of my
                                     fraying soul,
as I fall asleep next to him,
                           soundly,  
                       like a child, who could never ask for more.