Everyday when I stroll along the streets, <br />My ever remaining pain a bit retreats, <br />I admire the beauty of day and night, <br />It is always to me a frolic sight, <br />The birds, the goats, the wandering sheep, <br />Give my restless heart a delightful leap, <br />Suddenly I tremble with unknown fear, <br />The sight which is to me very dear, <br />Is vanished somewhere in wails and screams, <br />And shattered their hopeful lovely dreams, <br />The scene has changed in the blink of eye, <br />They become the victim of their destiny sly, <br />People have come there with flowers and wreath, <br />To offer whom war has put to death.<br /><br />Mohammad Akmal Nazir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-255/
