Stephen Gill,
His spirit is
One of
The League of Nations
Formed after the First World War,
His spirit is of
The United Nations Organization
Formed after the Second World War
When peace had been panting for breath,
Gasping for.
He is a poet of peace and love,
Love and humanism,
Humanism and nursing,
Simple caress and care
With affection and love,
After reaching from Canada,
He is a Sikh,
No, no he is a Canadian,
No, no, he is an Indo-Canadian.
And this too is not,
He is a world citizen,
A citizen of the world,
Now it is up to you to declare,
To give him citizenship or not,
To give him the visa and the passport or not,
As he is no gipsy,
But a man,
A man speaking to a man,
A humanitarian from his core.
A crusader for world peace,
Stephen will rally around,
Go touring the world,
Pleading for,
Preaching it
Whenever the time be,
Whenever humanity is at stake
Or whenever peace gets confronted,
Confrontation and strife rake the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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