Destroyed memories of people Who have left their demolished houses Here and there... Life is shut down Simply because everyone and everything Have become unaware of What has happened around... Bullets, knives, daggers, and A lot of things have got replaced The whole life around... Massacres are still happening Here and there In the shape of ugly genocides... Hatred is an ugly alternative To that pretty love... A lot of people have perished In vain and for no clear reasons... We all see images within images describing those Ugly horrors of ongoing fighting... No one knows exactly What's going on... Only ugly images occur In the name of the unknown... There is no clear wisdom To bring things into a standstill... That voice that comes from the minds Is not heard anymore... Wise people have got disappeared In their hideouts... Only ruined images of life Are still going on... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem