Wednesday, December 9, 2015

PEACE MY THIRST NEVER CEASING


“Peace” is the” hunger” of the new born


The” thirst” of the old


The “need” to bridle the power of the youth


It is the fundamental need of the human race


It is the reason for tears of a poet


It is NOT a disease of the imbalanced mind


It is NOT a curse of God


It is NOT the lost treasure


It is “A breathing all Alive bird”


Represented by the pigeon……..


Let not the terrorism of the less evolved mankind;


Or the technically more evolved mankind


OR THE MISUSED INTELLIGENCE,

 MISGUIDED………..


Allow this pigeon to fly away…..


Let it live in our colonies


To sing of gurgling peace


This is my plea my GOD


Call they do; you in many names


I call you the light


The light of enlightenment


--------------------------------------------------Malinikadir

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