let the sky <br /> cry out in its natural instinct <br /> <br /> the warplanes hovering <br /> around <br /> <br /> bombing kids, women <br /> old and young <br /> animals <br /> trees, vegetables <br /> mountains <br /> and Earth <br /> <br /> are not harbingers <br /> of life <br /> or survival <br /> of anybody <br /> <br /> let the sky <br /> cry out in its natural instinct <br /> <br /> let its anger and agony <br /> finally <br /> touch the Earth <br /> and our hearts <br /> <br /> let it have a role of its own choice in the universe.<br /><br />Bhartendu Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/survival-21/
