Second
"
Youths Against Landmines"
Lo
and behold ! I see a grave being dug up for someone,
Stony
hearths set to cremate someone on he pyre.
I hear not the manlyness in the Landmines,
But
the dreadful snarls of he death of the poor,
I
hear the contempt and condemnation towards it,
From
the terrified and painsticker hearts of the infants, youths and olds,
The
living lives of the man of the world,
Have
bean buried in these mines,
But
lo I behold,
The
trembling hands of the youths,
The
terror of the hearts quickening,
The
glimpse of brotherhood,
I find myself,
caught
in the noose of this very landmines,
The
whole world embodies in skepticism.
But
in the eyes of the youths
Suffused
with tears
Which
dream about the funeral procession of death the dream of the procession of
landmines,
Merely
the dreams.
Hence
the voice of the youths is reverberating
A
few, hopeful hands are rising,
From
land of the dead and landmines,
By
driving away from the pathetic screams and wailings of the accursed wars,
The
able youths of today,
Are
grunting with the desire,
To
apply the ointment for the bodies,
Shattered
in the Landmines.
Hence,
for the conversion of the beautiful creation,
Out
of the dreams into awareness,
The
resisting forces are emerging,
Against
the RDX,
Not
with standing the death,
But
hands are united with living smiles,
For
seeking the bright future in terror stricken world,
Out
side the tunnel.
Hey!
the Leaders of the Landmines,
The
youths are out in the rush against you.
Name: Lorina Sthapit
Class : 9
School : Holy Land International
School
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