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