Author: Pinakini Karnik, Class X E
faith can move mountains they say
and hence in deep devotion the people pray
lo and behold a gunshot is fired
with hollow hatred they pull the trigger
because a person only thinks the way his brain is wired
and at loss there’s always something bigger
the sounds of the gun shots echo in the valley the entire day
as the revolting rivers wash the blood away
the heavenly abode, the land of God is weeded with hatred grown
the seeds of which had been long before sown
the feeble ground will absorb the tears
as innocent hearts are wrenched by fear
the world will give its condolences and move on
and for the bureaucrats it will just be a bygone
and all this happens while humanity is buried deep within the ground
and flowers of hope wither away, never again to be found
faith can move mountains they say
and yet all I can do is helplessly pray.
