In a deep-rooted belief a mindset is construed
Forgiven were none and none could forget
Rogue saw the eyes on path of guns and bullets
Wails could be heard from nearby muddle
Nonetheless the heart pumped not skipping a beat
Shards of glasses pricked flesh yet nothing could be felt
Undone came world-weary innocence responsible for a massacre
Adrenaline rushed, walls collapsed and naked truth on exhibit
Crumbling in the pool of mud, deep-setted hazel eyes asked to sombre sky
Shed the veil of buzzing storm turning the earth so dark
Bring back the praise of Lord that is whispered by the gentle breeze
In the time of despair keeping hands over the ear
Not let any sound in to not let sanity disperse
Near a shell of bomb lay carcasses as memento cursed
Never reflecting upon repeated lessons taught by history
War brews war, war grows seven signs of sins
While Peace is buried away as a piece of mystery
An Indian Princess 