We Are In Peace


Heavenly peace is not here we say,
But that’s not true,
Strong people always dominate a prey,
But that’s not true.

Like fingers are different though reside together,
We all are different but made of same leather,
Laughing, loving and caring all,
Holding hands to avoid a fall.

Point of thought and looking at life,
Is like using a sharp pointed knife,
One can use it to cut and peel,
Or use it as a weapon for a deadly kill.

Rewind the time and peep into the mind,
And evidences point we are an evolved kind,
Mother Teresa, Nelson Mandela all were of our kind,
They are the best examples of peaceful mind.

So stop regretting and crying for peace,
Open the bondage let thoughts release,
We all are peaceful enough to live with smile,
Think of the people powerless to walk a mile.

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I am a college student with enormous energy to talk and act. I was in class three when I first wrote a story although it lacked traces of reality. It consisted of my imagination and rhymes. My parents were oblivious to the fact that I can write poems and stories, as I am a very secretive person. It was during my 12th standard examination when one of the invigilators found me of my scribbling on my question paper, a piece pertaining to the incidents of the Examination Hall. Since it consisted of blatant, ugly truths of the prevailing scenario of the Hall, I was reported to the Principal and my parents were summoned. That was how for the first time my parents came to know that I have a knack towards writing. I was censured, but simultaneously the externals did pat my back. And that's where I was propagated to take my writing seriously. It was my seat of Inception to Revelation of my Being through poems. It was an inexpressible feeling where I was chided as well as praised by my Principal Sir. This is why I kept on writing what ever popped up in my mind and penned down my thoughts about my family, nature, parents, feelings and even animals. I am not a poet by birth but I am a poet by situation. I love to write poems as they are my best means of expression and my pen is my best comrade.
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ammu sachariah
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good one. I enjoyed reading it.

ammu sachariah
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” We all are peaceful enough to live with smile
Think of the people powerless to walk a mile” powerful thought. I like your positive thinking of life.

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