Literature
  Under the Yellow Sun
  20-06-2021

Mahanaj Parvin

Sigh comes from the blood!

Mountains of corpses and the smell of gunpowder in the air!

The pistols that kill innocent lives give laughter!

Bullet bomb music in the tent for the purpose of murder!

The tools that cut the peace are joyful!

Democracy cries like a baby!

Humanity falls asleep under the yellow sun!

We are looking for humanity!

World conscience is confused today!

The world is intoxicated by the tension of terrible hatred.

We want to live from the grave of untimely death.

The time has come to end the war season.

Cry of a country means cry of every human heart!

Let`s make a peaceful settlement.

Touch every broken heart with peace.

Enough is enough; we just want peace and harmony.

All the people of the world are the highest gift of God!

 

@Mahanaj parvin