Look everywhere
to find it
even climb mountains
layered in shrapnel
sit there with you
inside a trench
pumping bullets
at imaginary enemies
sit in a barrack
with echoes
of regulated war
inside my head
bald as the future
until time of discharge
brings me home
where I listen
to spiritual music
where I chant
mantras
sing bhajans
offer arti
to Lord Shiva
close my eyes
in prayer
for a better world
for you
for me
seeking peace.
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