The river of love
etc and etc.
Nothing is comfort
The road we walk
The air we breath
The weather we deserve.
The holyness we tried to be admired.
The brotherhood we tried to be exercised.
The fellow feelings we tried to be continued.
The heaven of peace is burnt up.
Chaos prevailing all around.
We have to remove the history of this time.
We have to create a new world for the new generation.
The intolerance to be tolerated.
The chain of our feet has to turn into anklet.
– Rajumoni Saikia