Uprooted are those beliefs of brotherhood, love and peace,
The countries now fight for not just land.
Each one has his own God, and own religion,
No one, not even brothers go hand in hand.
The doorway to heaven they all want to explore,
On the mother earth, they don’t wish to live
The desires now have priorities, not requirements,
Not a moment to introspection they want to give.
Through the lens of Jayati