A Distraught Syrian Daughter, What War Has Given, What War Has Taken From Us All? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Do not shell, do not bombard
The Syrian daughter,
My daughter,
My little afraid of,
How will she
A little heart, a little soul
Lost into the wilderness
And mess of bombardment
And shelling.

Do not bombard,
Do not,
My small Syrian daughter
How will she sustain,
Survive
A small girl,
A soul and a heart,
How will she,
How will she live?

To destroy Syria in such a way,
To devastate lives,
How to take to,
Never can imagine in such a way,
What war has given what war has taken away
From all of us,
What crusades and religious wars,
What religious madness
And fanaticism,
What have orthodoxy and bigotry?