Gujarat

I stay awake in the dark of the night
Thinking, why are people dying
In the name of religion,
My eyes mist in sorrow
When i see the dying
Who will never have a tomorrow,
When blood flow from a wound
From a stone pelted in the name of hatred,
Will revenge be taken from a stone or a stick or a sword,
My god, when there will be an end to this bloodshed,
Is this your kingdom, my lord
When curfew is imposed
And mother earth cried in loneliness
In the cravings of empty arms
That her children remained indoors,
The violence continues,
Like flowing blood in  picture of life
Breeze drape the burning bodies
Lit by a human hand, that would have held his child
The giver of life, now taking one away
My lord, take this right from humans away
No one to kill or hurt, my lord,
Let there be an end to this bloodshed
That die not by fire by the flames of hatred,
Where is the freshness of the morning
The air of which is laden with the burning flesh,
The tears of his mother and sons
Cant quell the flames of demarcations,
When my tears are not flowing from a religious persons eyes
But from the eyes of an Indian,
Through the sorrow i hope
The fire of hate will be dozed and
The spirit of man shall survive
Amidst the lasting pain, that love shall try to let go,
Mobs shall march and rule the streets
To rewrite history of unity that once was bruised,
Faith and peace and love
Shall ultimately balm the grief
A hollow pain in the heart that once reigned,
Let the hatred be replaced by grace
Where humans forgive
Where bonds are renewed
In solemn oath,
In forever surrender to humanity
My lord, let there by peace,
Let there be peace

~ Ritesh Ruparel ~

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