Once I have been to the distant land
to witness the mounts grown to the heights,
...
TerroristSeeing your nods
You seems to be among odds
To the one, who hails
To give you money for veils.
...
In between the shells and guns
And the foes engrossed in funs
You stayed home back
As to defend the fight from the rock.
...
Once I Have Been To A Distant Land
Once I have been to the distant land
to witness the mounts grown to the heights,
where the sky halts at the reach of hand
and the moon ascends in flaming lights,
divided by faith and fence
along the pickets placed in certain distance
as to guard the people in valley
when the enemy comes in alley.
I crept following the men in row
towards the check point placed in snow.
it was the people reared in awe
and wool coats what I saw
all the same in every place and race
sticking life in the narrow space
between the ends a trigger can reach
I stepped back in silence through a hatch
and wandered in snow that started to melt.
It was mere fear I felt
In a journey set off in the crack of dawn,
to calm my mind and soul down.