The World Is Still Our Home Poem by Manabendra Lal Bhuyan

This World is still our Home.
Where terrorism hovers
And innocents get killed.
Where the survivors made to suffer,
And every moment thrills.
Where lives get crashed
And the intimidating is spectated.
Where terrors get trashed
Yet the weapons are respected.
Where all dream to demolish,
And the wants remain unachieved.
Either the dream got perished,
Or no one accomplished.
But this World is still our Home.
And its refusal is never Known.