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.

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
that prolong.

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Kashmir, considered the heaven on
earth?
Or has it become a hell of war of bloodshed
by birth?
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
into 'PIECES'?

Rujula
St. Mark's Sr. Sec. School, Meera Bagh, New Delhi
rujula_1989@yahoo.co.in