No war no war
No scar...
No dart no spear no dagger
No cannon no gun no trigger
No flesh no blood no flow
No riot no stone no blow
No shout no whisper no hush
No drop no ooze no flush
No atom no virus no spread
No lust no crave no dread
No shape no shade no tint
No breed no race no hint
No creed no caste no fight
No scripture no hymn no rite
No gloom no blaze no worn
No scream no howl no mourn
No tear no tear
Oh dear...
(Prafull Shiledar)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem