New Road

There‘s no shame in exhibiting love No fame exuding hatred We’re both trudging through tough trough Let us call a spade a spade What’s a bit of land one can’t plough? For which, we’re getting red There’re barren bellies millions! Sow Seeds of hope, loads of bread Weren’t we birds of one be’utiful bough Broke who; our nests of gold? Few rogues commanding our bows It‘s time high we get bold Let us flee out of these foul rows Of malicious folds And make deal of ideals above Faiths, fears, cults, creeds and God Let us wipe blood stains on white doves Of peace and with pride hold Them high in skies gleaming bright halos On our newly paved road (This is a structured poem, actually written addressing SAARC countries, especially our close neighbor (?)