Why? Destruction and violence all around?
Why? There is blab of blood every corner?
Why? No man exit safely through this?
Why? Hope of living is lost, all around?
Why? Marching of soldiers all the time?
Why? Sounds of weeping with marked tears all day?
Why? Every time a myriad of soldiers is killed?
Why? Stop this! ! Stop this! ! Says the broken heart of people.
Why? Sudden destructions of war occur?
Why? Is there no space for reconciliation?
Why? Human lost their way of living and existence?
Why? No obligation moves around?
Why? Run after blood? Although it comes as one.
Why? Oblivious sound every where?
Why? Is there no free space for smiles and laughs?
Why? Why? A call for pardon should exist! ! !
Why? No men surrender its scary willingness today?
A hope for the nation can come out only if our leaders come forward together, joining hand to hand and show up two fingers gesture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem