When countries of trees
Burnt by the heat of the Sun
Shedding their leaves of hopes
Tearing silence begging for a rain
While listening to their pitiful cries
Why these nations are engaged
In a nude dance, having shed
Their clothes of the civilization?
In which desert the stream
Of humanity has lost its way?
~*~
Why do these countries of gold
Build up their forts of falsehood
On the burning fields of other nations?
Why do they launch countless satellites
On the high way of the Moon;
Is it for attaining the scientific growth,
Or, to safe guard their nuclear weapons
Heaped up under the ashes of scriptures,
Piled up even by writing the name of God
On each of their destructive weapon;
Or, is it with a lust to conquer every thing
On the earth by controlling the space
For which even they make satellite killers?
In which desert the stream
Of humanity has lost its way?
~*~
Why these people are competing
To show their naked flesh before all nations
To raise passions in the blaring orchestra
Of ravenous desires, while many questions
Parade the high roads of life?
In which desert the stream
Of humanity has lost its way?
