Today my
heart is saddened by the state of my city where I was born and brought up. My city is burning.
The places I used to visit frequently has turned to dust. Innocent lives are
being claimed. Tremors of terror can be experienced in every voice.
I fail to understand why people fight in the name of religion. No religion teaches
inhumanity.
That piece
of land , they say, it belongs to you, dear lord.
Then why
this bloodshed?
The fumes
smell of the sweat and the blood of those people who had put in their years in
establishing themselves. It’s all ashes. Work is workship, they say!
A piece of
land that took away the peace of the city. My city is burning!
Everybody
is suffering. No exceptions!
Wouldn’t
it have been better if they built a school and made it a place of service
where kids
from different religions would have come and learnt the lessons together while having fun?
I believe
in you dear God, but know not your form. You call me and I come to visit you in temple,
church, gurudwara or mosque. People tried to stop me, but no matter whatever people say, I follow my own
religion of humanity.
May peace
prevail!
~~payal~~
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