After a never-ending wait
A bus to the long lost out land
That once was a common homeland,
For, none can live in endless hate.
To find new ways from webs of maze,
Ah, like setting sail to a ship
Long stranded, to forge lost friendship
Anew— neighbours of good old days,
A way out from old hostile ways,
A bus to bridge a short distance
After nursing a gulf for long,
After conflict, give peace a chance.
See if peace sings a sweeter song,
A bus to banish years of wrong!
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A bus from Srinagar to Pakistan Occupied Kashmir was flagged off despite threats from extremists, and despite, I would say, death of all hope.
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Sonnets, Happenings | 03.04.05 |
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Lost out land! ! ! ! The World needs peace than war. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Yes, a theme dearest to your heart, if I have known you enough. Thank you for reading this poem.