Think of the children br running away from death br the little hearts br born to bombs br Penguins massacred br a child of tender forms br kissing the edge of Arms br if it is your baby br aged two or three br scorched by Sun br and Bleeded by the Sons br Sons of the Soil br are they? ? ? ? ? ? ? br Not one, but lakhs br every lakh has lakh hearts br and Crore emotions br Insecurities surmounted br refugee in own land br Begging for survival br Who will womb br Who will pouch the innocents? br World is sleeping br Ignoring the blood bath br when hearts are bruised br and hunted and hounded br Death Play br Smell of Death br stinking cruelty br Why the world is Quiet br the dead ones are no ones br the wounded, the limbless br the bleeding br Terrorists are littered br by Terrorist Attacks br When love fails br Hatred Survives br When Houses shatter br Whore Houses are born.......