Her Abode Is Poem by Indira Renganathan
Her Abode Is
Peace..
The Goddess! !
Fenced around
With prickles
Safely seated on her throne
She's in trance
The dove is
No more the
Peace messenger
Nor do they
Fence their land
With white flags
Those prickles
You touch them
To find
your hurt conscience
Cleared the prickles
There you vision
Peace the Goddess
Having much freedom, the dove sings and beautifies its own way. Peace Goddess listens prayer of all and graces them. Fresh morning beholds grace of goddess. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned with excellent mind...10
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5/7/2024 1:55:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A vision of Mother Goddess without the prickles. May there be peace - peace - peace...........10. Thank you dear Indira Ma'm. Most elevating to read a poem on peace. Do remain healthy, happy, safe and peaceful.