Alas!

A dove sitting today .. On the termite eaten branch of peace, looks sometime towards the garden 'n sometime towards her curtailed wings.
The big fish must not think the small, foodstuff of her own fate; Tears are amazed in eyes of the deer 'n paws of the lions are blood stained.
Scattered are the bodies enshrouded, flown away kites and crows
Scratching them all, they are sitting In the arenas of mosques and temples, 'n some have perched on walls of churches.
Nature of the veracious animals never changes, though they move in the civilized aprons, yet a wild smell emits out of their bodies.
Under the flag of peace and friendship Blood flows from all sides on the globe.