As shown in the picture he talks about the temporary nature of the life and says
Tonight I want to write you the last letter also
None knows whether this lamp will light till morning or not
There is no surety in these times of Bomb and Guns
Whether this colorful wind will blow again or not!!
This life is mere prey of Tanks or Missiles
And the human is just the a frame of Bullet
This civilization is just exhibition of wandering corpses
And the blood is like the new color of new Holi!!
(Holi is the festival of colors in India).
Photo: from internet
Translation : Rachana Dhaka