Strife is what they aspire or is it revenge that they conspire?
A country of hundred countries, for peace one does perspire.
A sea of innocence congregates unawares,
Frolic in the sanctity of peace and devoid of cares.
A melancholy does reverberate, an evil frown,
A thud and burst – and all fall down.
Acrid fumes of despondency waft and stare,
Sea of innocence tides in to a wave of despair.
Is it strife or revenge or is it a despotic cloud of malice,
Surmise whatever may, peace remains the elusive chalice.
2 comments:
Oh GOD! Could you please write on something uplifting the next time???
The weathre is bad, bomb blasts rock the country and I get to read Elusive chalice!!!!!!
Not happening Bro.
You just managed to depress me further.
Since that is in a way the aim of your poem - to get us to ruminate and FEEEEEEL. You succeeded a bit too well for my comfort.
YUCK!!!!!!! with reference to above explanation.
A tired and tolerant :)
peace,love, trust sab elusive hi hai bhai!
a bitter truth and a bitter world...
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