To Peace

In the troubled lands of shell and missile,

Where the music of war resounds all day,

Soldiers march to annihilate each other,

Beneath the Sunless skies.


Battle fields bloom red,

And tears are ceaselessly shed.

In the midst of fire, 

They yearn for peace.


Flesh and blood can't settle scores.

May love and peace set hearts free.



Renjitha. K. R, Assistant Professor of English, Al Shifa College of Arts and Science, Kizhattoor, Perinthalmanna

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