Aftab Alam - Stop the war

Whatever is writ,
That is fit to hit,
‘O' Darken heart and mind,
Can't you find?
Heavenly candle is lit
Sun -externally
And the soul-internally,
Why we are wrapped with the lust?
This is the universe of love,
Why we are killing dove?
We have turned to a beast,
The world of silence,
A perilous parlance,
Humanity is killed in darkest abyss
Of self modesty and lust,
I am crying,
Yet I can see light through the slit.
Why we are dyeing slowly bit by bit?
Whatever is writ,
That is fit to hit,

Aftab Alam

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