Thinking of peace next,

Wanting to leave once like ever,

Finding the long-described home,

Home, yes, home, at last,

Seeing the mother welcoming,

Looking un-received by the community,

But focusing where to continue.

Yet next, yes,

Threats from the seemed godly,

Fights from the seemed helpers,

Death looms everywhere everyday,

War front preferred to seem home,

Then wanting to go far home,

Very painful, indeed painful.

Even there was mo solace,

The morning seemed promising good,

Left for home to say hello,

Coming back to meet death hanging,

Tears overflowing, overwhelming dad and son,

Seeing wickedness in reality, on the one hanging,

Very painful, indeed, painful.

Oh! The one I love gone,

Gone too soon, left at the prime,

In the noon of the seemed bright day,

Yes, dark tunnels of life seemed here,

Seeing the father crying as child on the street,

Standing helplessly, wondering why and how;

Yes, very painful, indeed, painful.

Too soon to happen again

Another left, too young to leave,

A babe believing to give comfort,

All seem not to know what next;

Death and sorrow hand everywhere,

What a pain and sad bright day,

Painful, very painful, indeed, painful.