Whatever is writ, <br />That is fit to hit, <br />‘O' Darken heart and mind, <br />Can't you find? <br />Heavenly candle is lit <br />Sun -externally <br />And the soul-internally, <br />Why we are wrapped with the lust? <br />This is the universe of love, <br />Why we are killing dove? <br />We have turned to a beast, <br />The world of silence, <br />A perilous parlance, <br />Humanity is killed in darkest abyss <br />Of self modesty and lust, <br />I am crying, <br />Yet I can see light through the slit. <br />Why we are dyeing slowly bit by bit? <br />Whatever is writ, <br />That is fit to hit,<br /><br />Aftab Alam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stop-the-war-4/
