I'm just six seconds old
I'm born in a battlefield
I open my eyes with the sound of bomb blast.
I've found a river of blood at my left
Where the breathless are swimming
I've seen huge & running fire at my right
From where screaming voices are coming out
And front of mine the men of war ready for kill or die
Power games of weapons going on with rhythm
Some one is picking up a woman beside me.
I've feel her million kisses when I was in heaven
She is my dear mom. Is she breathing?
Oh God, is this your most loving world?
Are you the author of these human beings?
I forgot to cry after born. Should I cry now?
Will my tears flow with river of tears?
Hey men of war what is waiting for me?