Dreams of rosy future days have flown away as papers in the window;
Hard realties of each one's life and the war situation of world press deep;
Den or abyss may be overcome but the future ahead is pitch dark to see;
What the hell going to happen no one knows for sure to think on that line!
Despite many dark times of life surmounted so far, this new hell is unimaginable;
Only faith in blind mood all days we pass on indulging in activities we love;
Where that will lead no one anticipates now for good as dream is dry now;
Rain in summer day is what all hope for to overcome this puzzling mystery!
Life, future and end are mysteries we never bother about but war now is hell;
Wars are old ways of taking control of world as all have best knowledge now;
Hence no one believes in war to do anything to have control over all in world;
No one prefers such dictatorship rule to democracy of well developed order!
All old style leaders governing nations should realize this and change thinking;
All should shun war mind and unite to live as one family in one world for good!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem