The cuckoo on the tree top sings, breaking the silence
Somewhere someone bears the brunt of violence

The train burns,burn with it are lives
The hindu in me cries


The city burns, muslims burn
The hindu in me deserves a spurn

The masjid is demolished brick by brick, razed to ground
The temple that was there is gone too, mosque and temple, part of an inseperable sound

Children abused brutally, torn out of their mother's womb
Your neighbour is deadlier than the atomic bomb

People are killed, old and young , religion the only reason for the crime
I am afraid of the prayer, it reminds of the violent time

The cuckoo on the tree top sings, breaking the silence
Somewhere someone bears the brunt of violence