Peace: A Pleasant Metaphor Poem by Sachidananda Panda

With a pleasant smile on lips
I asked the early dawn
How to reach the peace hub?
It turned its back with weird answer
Better look for it, at some night club

On my way in the mid day sun
I asked the same to noon
An arraign gesture with smirky snigger
Flashed fervent, along the scorching loo
Sullenly asked; are you really a fool..?

In the afternoon I asked,
The vapid setting sun
How to reach the peace hamlet;
To relish the desired fun…?
Before it sets, hide its face, down the horizon
It answered wise with an astute advice
Of its multifaceted, varied criterion

Peace per certain eludes often, if you hanker after it
Some find in rich affluence, some in generosity
Peace perhaps lies bare, on a toty toddler lips
Some find at beloved's bosom,
Some in, caves or hilly cliffs
Out of craze or a stumbling daze,
To trounce a personal mess
Some Search it, at boozing corner
Or at, down the harlot's breast

A loaf of bread to quench the hunger
A drop to satiate thirst
When the world struggles to get
For the sprawling common mass
In the vicious den you search
Peace and moral space
When; Rape and torture cruel murder
Fill the silent grave!

Unless you wipe every tear
That dampens the squeaky cheeks
Make them build their own habitat
Not on hired bricks
Till you wipe the grinding hunger
Or feel the suffering race
Peace shall remain, as a pleasant metaphor
You hall never find the trace.



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