Sunday, February 24, 2019

peace : Pulwama and hootch tragedy

When the winter was bitter and cold,
When the roses were being sold,
You added the poison in the ale,
You bombed our soldiers into a tale.

O' man, mortal engines of hate
Stop bloodshed clean the slate,
Why not let the peace remain
Why not build the nations again.
-- Narendra Pant 
   Feb 2019