Our hearts are nestled in love,
In the footprints of peace and harmony,
Seeking the answers to every hurt,
Through the banner of humanity,
Flying in the anthem of every voice.
Our veins chorus for the might of peace,
In deriding the taunt of hatred jarred.
No time to douse the flame of hope,
By the shadow of war in any means.
We are children seeking to breathe,
The breath of peaceful rapport,
Bonding the beauty of divine creation,
In the august of every dream,
Dreamt since yester years,
Dispelling the darkness of war,
In the mast of love flapping forever.
Poet Aabbrambom R
lives in Matia Majerburi in
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