When The Earth is Red
When people rebel,
When all is going well,
The two sides end up with a war,
There is nothing here to score,
War leaves nothing,
Destroys each and every thing,
We are only left with pain and sorrow,
But war custom is still followed,
The ground is buried of sorrows and dead soul,
But the count still flows,
Army men of war robe,
They end up painting red on the globe,
Earth is for peace and harmony,
There no chance of saying sorry,
Let us live together,
Let happiness and peace make the world glitter.
Bharatiya vidya Bhavan
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