Peace Poem by Saroj Padhi

Give me a few words dear God,
to write about peace that eludes us here
at a time when tears dry up in mythical dove's eye
in shade of its dark lashes as it's unable to fly,
and smokes rise-
from corrugated chimneys of fake progress
blurring the destiny of mankind in distress-
to join the vague clouds of an accursed sky
for a few bouts of acid rain,
when fanatics freely engage in homicide
as if in a bid to strip life of intolerable pain;
destroying common conscience in broad day light
in the clamour of daily fight,
breaking the blocks of our big dream
into million miserable pieces,
making a cruel mockery of our little wishes—
to love, live and die happily as birds-
and of our desire at death-
of sorrow to leave no traces!

Give me those words that can transform us
into the mosaic floor of a togetherness;
in a world torn by poverty, disease and squalor,
just an easy breathing space
without the mad pursuit of so-called success.