April is hot with no lovable warmth and chill,
full of anguish and agony and suffering;
war, a word, containing evils and evils only,
is the commander and ruler of the time.
Wickedness of all kinds, fury, scares,
ill-omen, murders, cruelty with no droplets of
sympathy, empathy or clemency, fills
each letter’s core with mock at the loss of Beings.
Barefoot are now the inmates of mansions,
empty-bellied, thirst-attacked, having no roof to protect,
from the rage of calamities and axes of
two-legged beasts, may be for reasons sound.
Nature gave words having sense only to man
that sometimes gets dipped in dirt,
turning useless, dubious, harmful, cruel,
impolite, causing utter chaos all around.
Little soft legs run on a hard sphere
tender mouths utter pop and mom,
food and water, cloth and shelter,
creating a flood in the eyes of onlookers.
The humanity, possessing a mother’s heart,
cannot bear this helpless stage of
mourning for demise and deformity,
on the innocent countenances.
April was hot last year, warm and chill,
minds found connections and affections,
they enjoyed travels and laughter;
friendship and service added spice to life.
This vast world keeps open ways abundant for
Journey through peace and love,
let avoidance of enmity be the word of the day,
and let us pray for the nations to shake hands with
oneness to remain in the domain of one world
