People will fill bottles with essence of roses or orchid
They’ll throw away hidden bombs and bullets of pistols
And will decorate flower baskets on their own hands.
Without meetings, processions and struggle with arms
People will plant seeds of dream for a good harvest
Township will be covered with moonlight
Whole night the village singer will be singing
Diverse songs of sensuous lyrics at the courtyard
Still the audience will not be moved, when touched
Fountain of cool water will flow from each heart
You will see,
We’ll not have bombs around us, but untiring flowers
Will bloom, which will not die or wither at all.
© Shahabuddin Nagari