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"Youth Against Landmines"

Looking at the disrupted marital bond of the daughter in law,
Breaking the dreams of the Orphan children
O Youth !
I presently keep myself waiting for the enlightenment in you
Our lives mingled with soil,
Our paths grown up with terrorism,
Now-a-days in the garb of terrorism,
They are busy in stripping the bodice of mothers,
By scattering the gunpowder,
You say you want to save the soul,
O Saviour !
If so, make a pledge turning towards the mother,
Now death celebrates no more the full Moon in the tears,
Yet I see now,
The bombardment going on in Afghanistan,
Iraq digging of its mines,
The bay of Bangal in veil,
O, You Old,
Possessed by the spirit of youth,
Ang Sang Sukis keep waiting for you,
Tashlima Nashrims are awaiting you,
Let the world ride the horse of imperialism,
We keep trust in you.
O, Lord Buddha, forget not,
Now spring stinks with gunpowder,
The white gegion is lost in the sky,
Do you Know ?
The sister Ujeli smiles no more,
Swallow is said to have undone its own nest,
while lamenting,
The men smearing the selves,
With the ashes of arrogance
Have set to rape their own sisters,
O my lard Buddha !
It is beyond the range of possibility,
To write and publish,
About Yashodharas being stripped off,
And Rahuls not spared to be in tatters,
Lo and behold!
How long thou blow the trumpets of thy Prestige,
While bearing the identity with existence lost?
O Youth!
The Writing instruments of thy brother,
lie shattered,
Somewhere tunnels get exploded,
In the barrels of the gun,
And ambush is set up somewhere,
Why dost thou become dumb?
Birds are said to be warned against flight,
When the blood boils in stream,
In the periphery of Lord Buddha,
Dost thou know about it?
Declared Undeclared curfew is imposed these days,
On the melodies of the minstrels.
Tell me, dost life imply living with terror?
If not, behold,
Solution lies in the womb of the problem,
Buddha in they conscious self can stop the landmines,
And can push the arrogant beings into the nether world,
O youths,
Do not despair,
Like the homeless pedestrians,
Country is no more the shelter of the yellow beings
City is no more the shelter of the savages,
The conceit rules the country,
Hence, it sinks into sound sleep,
In the dense jungles of  Sarawak and Bornyo,
In the deserts of  Kosovo and Kargil,
When the black cloud spread all along,
O youths,
Thou should blow the conch of Lord Shiva,
So that, no one can  pretend to be asleep,
The sleepy beings should awake,
And so trees should walk ahead,
And Panchasheel must reach,
Hence, O youth delay not,
I see the creativity on thy shoulders
for the peace,
I behold the enlightened Buddha on thy face.