I designed the tallest,

I made the biggest,

So proud is -

The great transitory concept.

We don't know

How small are we -

Becoming own self  the smallest.

The turmoil;

Full of rhetoric

Causing agonies.

Some proclaim the war,

Winning but still loosing,

Loosing but never winning,

Some from jungles and mountains,

Some from cities,

Blood suffusing everywhere;

The fatal day

Of the bullets and blizzards,

Creating the elegies.

Inexorable ever,

No chance of rejoicing because -

One forget the obligation

Of a real reconciliation,

No one knows nothing

Of encrusting with humanism

And freedom,

On this bloody land,

There won't be any resurrection;

The resurrection of owner.

sammukh gopal