There‘s no shame in exhibiting love
No fame exuding hatred
We’re both trudging through tough trough
Let us call a spade a spade
What’s a bit of land one can’t plough?
For which, we’re getting red
There’re barren bellies millions! Sow
Seeds of hope, loads of bread
Weren’t we birds of one be’utiful bough
Broke who; our nests of gold?
Few rogues commanding our bows
It‘s time high we get bold
Let us flee out of these foul rows
Of malicious folds
And make deal of ideals above
Faiths, fears, cults, creeds and God
Let us wipe blood stains on white doves
Of peace and with pride hold
Them high in skies gleaming bright halos
On our newly paved road
(This is a structured poem, actually written addressing SAARC countries, especially our close neighbor (?)
A poem written explicitly, conveyed the message well..........10
If only everyone would take the new road, the world would be a different place...excellent piece Sathya..10++
road less travelled now, peace, harmony within reach if we realise where we have landed unmindful of consequences. 10 its never toolate, as the saying goes... Mamta
A call for reformation, a call to rewrite destiny and to walk towards a new dawn....a thoughtful write as wonderful as ever! ! ! ! !
sathya sir...this is indeed a great poem...a great message in a subtle way...I admire this write a lot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a newroad wiyhout any discrimination.which is not being capitalised by these rogues