Bijesh Kumar
TCS
The glimpse of shadows
The farthest of the days and
Farthest of the nights
Those ballads of men
Sung by the land of heroes
It echoed up above the mountains
And deep below the mines
Grumbling over the horizon.
But could that be the reason to smile?
It's all over the globe
Some for the hatred and
Some for wealth
Split by the greedy walls
Wars swiped their hopes
Their love and life grimed
Wrecked by fear and bloodshed
Togetherness been a dream, but
Some build wacky dreams over the dead
Never their pain nor their regrets reached
The glossy walls of heavenly gods
It never cherished, though,
Let there be a slogan
The ones of wisdom and tranquility.