Every child yells for peace
coming out of the mother’s womb
but peace to him all life eludes
Peace is the wish-fulfilling tree
whose roots too are within
but it calls for caring nurture
Peace dove hides itself in heart
there too it has no respite
constantly it flaps and flutters its wings
War is deadly hideous zero-sum game
which settles nothing at the end
victors and victim alike seen licking the dust.
(Yayati)
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