Long gone are the peaceful days,
When we would laugh, smile and try,
In all of the silly ways,
Whatever we passed by!
But now all which is seen
Are the innocents' cries,
And nobody to lean on
In between the chaotic day light.
All the kings and queens of their houses
Are now mere runaways,
Scared by the blood spilt about
And giving their lives away.
The soldiers which are now forced to take innocent lives,
Feel scared at how they could never see the next day!
Their families always sad at how they could
Never see their loved ones again! !
The people closest to us are now
Stabbing us at our backs,
Without any hesitation whatsoever,
And sending us to our heaven beds.
When will it all end?
When will the world come to its senses? ?
When will everyone stop,
And strive for the peaceful days again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the Post-Truth Days (Satyaananthara kaalam) , Evil reigns. Those who love Truth need to work towards a way out