Peace isn't hung from
any celestial bough.
We stoop to pick it,
prescribed by thou.
We are in the turbulent sea,
tossing like a cork.
We lie, we crawl, stagger and stand,
and if fly swoop down as a hawk,
to snatch the bliss we demand.
Thanks o god, for giving the strength,
to fight for water of peace out of sand.
A very nice thanks giving poem in a different strain which I love! GREAT!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed peace endures where there is humility - it is a very important step for anyone wishing to foster universal brotherhood of man. An insightful piece of poetry nicely penned in poetic diction with conviction. A lovely poem bristling with knowledge. Thanks for sharing Neela. Please read my poem COLOSSAL MISCARRIAGE OF JUSTICE.