That in the world continuously rings?
Does it appear like the knell
That we ourselves foolishly toll?
Using a flute sweetly man sings
The song of death that happens to us
Hasten to death like beautiful flies
Coming towards fire and loosing their wings!
No hesitation for man to make a shore
Of death and seems so aware,
To rule that kingdom built for death
And destroy the world and every one's breath.
Nations become the godowns of weapons
Filled with bombs and fearful guns!
Forget friendships, begin competition
Not for goodness but for destruction.
Many a pauper, sick and poor,
Live in this world in unknown corner
Skeleton of men with unfilled bellies,
Lean cheeks and sunken eyes
While the brains work without rest,
And toil with atoms with untold zest,
When we care too much for bombs
Careful to feed those hungry stomachs.
For what the nations sleeplessly contend?
Is it to make the world confounded?
God has given this beautiful land
Not for destruction by man's hand.
Each is making his own cell
With all sufferings like in the hell
End all this foolish fight
Let the world be home of light.
