My Dream.. - Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
The love has only one face, when the hate has many,
The love is very tolerant, but the hate is violent,
When the love sees through the bad to find a good thing,
The hate sieves the good to find a bad thing.
Many wars have been won by the pacts of love,
Many hearts have been broken, the detestation culminates,
The fragile stem of florescent flowers of kindness,
Having the love at mind is not the strongest weakness..
When we are filled with love, we don’t see the faults,
When we are overflowed with love, we forgive all mistakes,
When we nurture a dove of love in our hearts,
We are very careful with the food of words and deeds.
It has crossed all borders to make the human conscious,
It will demolish all barriers of ruling elite’s selfishness,
To unite the human as the siblings, a global village is in the horizon,
Where we may chase the country chicken for the recreation.
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