Nothing can stop these.

 Nothing  can stop these.

Hark!  These  Nightingales  are

Sweet. Lull your ruthless anger.

But they look as if  they care not.

Warlike pellets of words,

like  gunshots in the air,

mutual exchange of vendetta,

all   for  land  and gold,

the same  is the gruesome

even in home front,

fallen an impassioned slave

to infectious ,malicious  urge.

Impatient  soldiers in khaki   uniforms,

Even  security guards are subdued

by  this acrimonious , garrulous  spot,

what picture of Madonna ?

what    Monalisa   smile could

mend these  adamant?

Warfront  or home the

Same is the scene.