SNOW

 It looks beautiful

When you live in a home

Warmed by love,

In a land devoid of perpetrators.

It looks beautiful 

When you are in

the company of loved ones

In a land not torn apart by force.

It looks beautiful 

In forests,

Where animals live

In a land that doesn't admit brutes.

It looks beautiful

Without red dots of blood

Where colours are subdued

In a land that promises life. 

It looks beautiful

Where forces of nature

Come into play, 

In a land where no one else has the superpower.

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Lost Bazaars

 There used to be a Bazaar here,

Where this mall now stands arrogantly.

Bargainings galored here

replaced by 'bargains galore'

As in malls, everything has a price tag.

No room for discussion, for dialogue.

Things bought quietly 

to fulfill hunger and thirst

and to decorate 

walls and houses.

Along with Bazaars,

 Home is also lost.

Walls remain, 

As of reminding of civilizations great.

In open Bazaars, 

people shivered in cold.

However here people are 

cold, factual, to the point.

Pointless discussions are gone

So are gone 

Qissas and Kahanis and Gapps,

 all forgotten alike.

Documentaries on the good, old world

bustling with humor mentions them

 and even petty fights and quarrels

which are replaced by Wars nowadays.

With Bazaar are lost the people

 who used to act as pacifiers

who told others to forgive and forget

they are replaced by negotiators instead. 

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