An airplane goes missing,
The world is on a treasure hunt.
It can't find the rubble anywhere -
Not even ashes in case it was burnt.
One more plane crashes,
In Russia near Ukraine..
My mind believes something is fishy;
As the same model faced an accident again!
Iraq is facing a crisis,
Innocents are being vicimised.
With gunshots and death stained in their head,
Children are getting traumatised
Since the 1900s,
Israel and Palestine it seems,
Have been fighting for land and control,
Hungry with greed.
They have three options,
Either divide into two or combine.
Ignoring these two peaceful ones,
They seem to be hell bent on destroying the other side.
Missiles are fired,
Bombs are dropped,
Dead bodied lay in heaps;
Yet the world can do nothing but watch.
They say history repeats itself,
Read your history books for that, they preach.
Why don't those text books,
To places like these reach?
Perhaps mysteries of the world,
Like the Bermuda Triangle will be sorted and figured out.
At the same time new ones would have sprung up,
For the GenNext to ponder about!
Maybe after a couple of years,
Or a deacde or century too..
These countries would have finally come to an agreement,
And have decided what they want to do.
But no one can take away the sadness and pain,
The sorrow one faces when they lose their loved ones,
The grave they dig for themselves when they are struggling with depression.
None of us can even begin to imagine the horrors they faced,
The challenges they embraced,
Or distance for safety, they paced.
All we can do is hope.
Hope for the best,
Hope for some light,
At the end of their quest.
Kanksha :)
Thanks for reading!
Now that you've stopped by, leave some evidence in the comment box, will you? Thoughts and opinions are welcome! :P
The world is on a treasure hunt.
It can't find the rubble anywhere -
Not even ashes in case it was burnt.
One more plane crashes,
In Russia near Ukraine..
My mind believes something is fishy;
As the same model faced an accident again!
Iraq is facing a crisis,
Innocents are being vicimised.
With gunshots and death stained in their head,
Children are getting traumatised
Since the 1900s,
Israel and Palestine it seems,
Have been fighting for land and control,
Hungry with greed.
They have three options,
Either divide into two or combine.
Ignoring these two peaceful ones,
They seem to be hell bent on destroying the other side.
Missiles are fired,
Bombs are dropped,
Dead bodied lay in heaps;
Yet the world can do nothing but watch.
They say history repeats itself,
Read your history books for that, they preach.
Why don't those text books,
To places like these reach?
Perhaps mysteries of the world,
Like the Bermuda Triangle will be sorted and figured out.
At the same time new ones would have sprung up,
For the GenNext to ponder about!
Maybe after a couple of years,
Or a deacde or century too..
These countries would have finally come to an agreement,
And have decided what they want to do.
But no one can take away the sadness and pain,
The sorrow one faces when they lose their loved ones,
The grave they dig for themselves when they are struggling with depression.
None of us can even begin to imagine the horrors they faced,
The challenges they embraced,
Or distance for safety, they paced.
All we can do is hope.
Hope for the best,
Hope for some light,
At the end of their quest.
Kanksha :)
Thanks for reading!
Now that you've stopped by, leave some evidence in the comment box, will you? Thoughts and opinions are welcome! :P
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