Surfer's poem: Peace
From the cradle to the grave, peace is a thing for which we crave but now, bloodshed has become the essence... writes Rujula.india Updated: May 16, 2006 12:47 IST
From the cradle to the grave,
Peace is a thing for which we crave
But now, bloodshed has become the essence of life,
Peace is the only thing ,for which we strive,
Early in the morning, it was the melody of
the cuckoo's song,
But now it is the noise of the battle guns
Kashmir, considered the heaven on
Or has it become a hell of war of bloodshed
What is the use for such peace gained by bloodshed?
Of heaven established on the souls of the martyr's dead.
Even if the war of dissatisfaction seizes.
What's the use of 'PEACE' that is shattered