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
Who says our lives are vacuous ‘n dull,
We are the one’s sprinkling festivity and vibrance to your days.
The world has too much to handle we feel,
So to contribute, we have our own unique ways.
Through the lens of Sujay
We swing together on the branches of success, as we are grow,
For we know the strength of being in sync.
It’s an art that we can balance ourselves,
Even if we are sitting at the brink.
As captured by Sujay
My brightness, I have been sharing for long, now I owe some to myself dear,
You are breaming with positivity and hope, share the colors of veracity that you wear. “Simi
Through the lens of my Soldier