Before an old broken photo frame an old mother weeps silently in grief memorizing her son, buried in war! still her soft kisses are flowing in air and colourful too; only the sky knows what she lost. I might give you few words, oh Mother! I might write few lines by this heart which a blind can read and a deaf can hear If it gives you peace then this life is for you, oh Mother. I'm a thirsty bird I might squeeze all drops from your tearful heart If it gives you peace, then you know this sand and I and the reflection of your eyes are one. In the flame of hope I've held the sun Expand your wings in the sky, o tree and kisses water drops; No more war, no more blood you and I will sit face to face under the sky And I've planted the seed in the rays of moonlight which will illuminate around the globe in peace being the sun of us. @Akshaya Kumar Samanta