Its spirit
I gave no thinking
But continued speaking
To self and idle mind
Why am I so blind?
Why do I not see love?
And believe
In its spirit
With intention to greet
Why do I need?
When it bleeds
For no fault of innocents
Heaven is made for them to be sent
Terrorist think 'heaven is assured '
So kill or get killed
Brain is washed to think of nothing
God wanted no such thing
Love is seen
In natural scene
In human behavior
And in national honor
The country is holy
We are holding opinion holly
We want congenial atmosphere
Where there shall be no fear
Very well written poem. Perhaps the problem is we see with our minds and not our hearts.
We want congenial atmosphere Where there shall be no fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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