Sometimes we often complain of things so minor and petty

While we live comfortably with our life’s ship tied to the jetty 

Ask those who live in the clouds of terror and don’t have a clue

For them, they know not peace, it’s something out of the blue

While we are worried about what we shall make and eat

For them even survival is a challenge, a daring daily feat

For no one knows when the grip of terror will take away their life

Even if they will wake up tomorrow with their family, kids or wife

For such is the wrath of terror no matter which country or region

There is only one language of peace, one symbol the pigeon

There is no glory in terror, no matter what the time, age or reason

It is always a gory tale, full of faithlessness, cunningness and treason

The law of karma ensures that you fall by the same sword

This is not mine but these are the Manohar Kisna’s word

Try to maintain peace at all costs, for war never brings victory to any side

It is only a shallow happiness and it is just a false pride

As humans we are just one race, how can we quarrel amongst our own

In the end it will boomerang for if that is what we have sown