LET ME REST IN PEACE THEN…

LET ME REST IN PEACE THEN…………………….

After Peace For many Century,
My land has now become a cemetery.

The vision for Peace is far from sight,
Waiting with passing days and night.

My land is a messenger of peace
What I had thought and what it has been.

We had a vision to reach a distant height,
But landed elsewhere because of the bloodily fight.

The peoples who were to lead betrayed,
Even knowing wrong ways never paid.

Life has no price many wounded thousand died.
Who ever fell he was my countrymen who was eyed.

Nothing has been achieved by loosing thousand died,
Just he curses of many parents, children’s and wives.

Every war is a messenger of tear and grief,
Still civilized we say ourselves how silly is our belief.

The cruel running from houses to den,
Chasing them is their enemy men.

The bullet is digging the land of mine,
Cracking heart like a broken bottle of wine.
Terror has prevailed from land to wood,
The land has bodies instead of crop for food

Every passing days brings new worries and cries,
The scattered bodies are the food of flies.

These fateful stories bring tear to my eyes,
I am very much helpless even though I am its part.

Many became homeless and moved very far.
This is the saddest story of war.

Hoping to live in peace again someday,
Fear that would be the day after my last day.

I will ask my god after I rest in peace,
Why was my land cursed?

Oh! God punish me for all the sins,
Let my countrymen live in Peace.

By Ajit Kumar Jha