Satyendra Pratap singh


Stop It - Poem by Satyendra Pratap singh

How many wars are yet to fight
how many lives to be buthered
on the alter of ego and pride
mankind has paid very heavy price.

oozing blood of fatel wounds
scream of man's deadly end
stench from mountains of crops
Roaring solitutd unending pain

Oh! no more I pray to lord
Let's bring peace to the world
only way to survive from doom
lets tread on the path of glory
Hope to see world on my side.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, December 23, 2013


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