Soothing fragrance freely wafts out
From beautiful tulips and roses
Which have had blackened petals
In the valley of beauty
Badly blurred under the smoky sky.
The dove once caged is set free
To fly with an olive branch in its beak
Gliding out through thick layers
Of blinding smokes of fires,
Defying those stones and gunshots.
Tulips and roses must bloom and smile
Glorifying the land of pristine beauty;
As the Heaven on earth beckons
Let's open our windows for the winds:
The winds of love, peace and amenities.