a dawn not for us
as long as we frawn to be new
a dawn not for us
until we fetter to bloom like a morning flower
nature seemed to have cleaned it all
nature seemed to have healed it all
after a day like that...
who would expect a dawn like this
the air seemed to have bathed somewhere
an escaped smoke..a morning smell everywhere
after a day like that
what a baby this dawn is
YESTERDAY.....
WAS NOT A DAY...A NIGHTMARE
the same old man
the same old religion
the same old differences...and
the same old voilence
men were out with weapons
men had lost their reasons
men who refused to show patience
men whose religion had sapped compassion
until late in the night...
firing could be heard...bombs recovered
scaterred bodies of people
who never cared for any difference
as usual in the night
as usual these men slept
a lot with agony of loss would have wept...yet
as usual these men of religion dint default
a new dawn they did not see
a new face they did not show
as a new flower they did not bloom...they were
all out to find a new place for the old war
even if nature would clean
even if nature would heal
these men would only want a
yesterday of today
Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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