Amid screams and pellets
Amid screams and pellet shots I hear thee
Singing, dancing beautifully
Which heaven thou belong to?
Which God created thee?
Blood covered thine face
Oh! It is God’s grace
That my heart, you belong to,
As in the card stands an ace.
Oh, so pacifying is thine voice
Among million thou are the only choice
Which desert are you traveling to?
Blessing sand with thine voice.
Art of an artist you are
Born in the State of war
You the one, grant freedom to
My state full of scar
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