Peace, peace
You yell o'warrior!
With arrows in the quiver
Sword in the scabald
Gun with loaded catridge
Whose thirst to quench,
What glory to fetch?
You are here
Beneath your restless feet
Crushed are the
Innocent seeds to sprout
With the sword edge
You can cut throats of truth
The bare realty
Arrows can pierce the shoot
O'warrior
Who wages a war?
For whose desire
You wark in dark?
Stand, stand errect
O'warrior
Never goes in vain
Your sacrifice
O'dear
Son of truth
To shoot the untruth
And unreal
Never quaver
For you long for peace
You live for peace
You love peace
Wage a war for peace.
Most beautiful poem sir.....so nice, ....10+++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Binaya, If only our poetic endeavours are able to make one step forward! If only one, just one, of the “soldiers “ think “for whom the bell tolls? ” for once, world would make a far better place to live in... Thank you for your stand for peace!
Thanks rev sir for your kind words and inspiration.