The catastrophical jolt would hit the walls and glass panels,
They either shiver with pain or collapse!

With each sound, the nerves get wrecked,
Sometimes the state of numbness never shifts,
Is this due to the insensitive souls we have nurtured?

The frequency of pool of blood, wrecked buildings and dead bodies may hit a day or two,
The wailing of a mother searching for her child in the debris,
Some honouring war heroes with feeble heart,
Many lives are compromised,
Many living souls are now walking dead,
The price of peace we aim but never get!

Alas to this iron trajectory!
how many more to go?
how many more to be living ghost?

Please stop this war!