Father passed away Flame of liberty went out. There was blood shed On the icy white sari of mother.

Bloodshed was there On the sacred shrine of her god. Lost was the worship Lost was the shrine Lost was everything, Lamp, incense, camphor .

My wings were split off The peaceful dove of my mother. I lost my way Shutdown into the earth. Ruined are the promises Smell of gun powder comes from the incense sticks. Screams come from the bells and shells.

Why this war! Why this futile ego! Celebrities of victory And defamations of defeat. At the end Only fox and owl Will be showing their power. Over the defiled legs of Kauravas. And the classic statement That the Kauravas never part with Land at needle’s point Without war:

Demolished are all hopes and dreams All are suppressed by ego and jealousy. All the distorted and prevent pictures. History repeats itself again and again In the mind of man.

Still my assurance worries me To change the definitions of all From the bugles of war To the music of flute. from smoke of missile to flower and dhup. I wish The sweet purity of my home Will come back on the icy end of my mother’s saree. And that will hide away all the violence. The faith of victory Diligence and sacrifice Are my weapons