“World peace, world peace” cry,
Today everywhere rends the sky.
For some, the world is at war.
For them, is it the truth, how far?
If a man says, closing his eyes,
“It’s dark up to the skies, ”
Then let him open his eyes.
Light he’ll see, here the truth lies.
God gave us this world with peace.
It’s the man, who’s ever ill at ease.
Its duty, the nature does without fail.
It’s the man against nature does his wail.
To maintain a world-o’er peace,
Every individual should be at ease.
The world doesn’t want any fight.
Only the man says, “might is right.”
truely ill at ease..man burdens himself with responsibilities which makes him smaller and smaller...lovely poem
I was wondering for sometime... brousing the titles of your poems and waiting for my mind to decide which should I read... then thought 'Might is right' could be a good read... I am here and much surprised with the contents.... here is such a beautifully carved piece... I just would like to join Sandra here and appreciate the goodness that you have created around us.....
The light of reason, the language of wisdom.To be at peace with God is to be at peace with the universe He has created..Wonderful poem, Rajaram.. Kindest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘God gave us this world with peace.// It’s the man, who’s ever ill at ease…’ Yeah you caught the point to be eradicated. Ten multiplied by add infinitum for the name of peace. dr.sakti