We are beads on a fragile human string,
fighting war in autumn, winter and spring.
I see the cry in Mumbai,
as hope shatters the vehicle of peace we embark.
not the ones who emulate a storm.
Enough is enough – this blistering grief,
sing the end, and give us relief.
War ! what a mighty disgrace,
makes people’s heart displace.
Religion, language and race
are the barriers to shatter and erase.
Mist of hatred covers the innocent mind,
teach them the recipe to think and bind.
Better be late than never,
or the world continues to suffer.
Just wanted to add 2 more lines to the end of your poem.
ReplyDeleteThe world is suffering not due to lack of good men, but due to silence of good men.
Hatred bred in Mind overlooks logic thus the cycle of violence continues for ever.