We all are one,

but not ready to accept,

with power million ton,

its refusal leading to deject.

Have closed ourselves in a well,

a well of our own,

in other's well when we fell,

got to know of the ugly scorn.

Perception of well changes to ocean,

existence of small basket comes in front,

visible was the meagre portion,

leading our hearts to burnt.

Broad picture is now our sight,

all are true and true are all,

useless are those glorious fight,

peace is what our heart call!