when the sky turned black and we see red circles blazing from warlike planes,
when rivers streamed deep red and we see no children running,
when the air smelled like gunfires and we see nothing but the wilting of flowers,
when small boys turned daggers into toys and we hear nothing but the shaking of the grounds,

know that my presense is always in the scent of orchids that get lost through your nostrils,
know that we breathe in the same country and i would cross seas even when they became a pool of corpses,
know that i will be the same child who kissed you under the moonbeams

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