Peace And Love Poem by Santosh Misra

Peace and Love

Though not too late
To discover me amidst
Uncaged wild - lives looking like
Humans;
I had had less realization
And absolutely playing a flute of
Condensed grieves.

Bites and scratches, there of,
Were too less oozing
Than those of the human world;
Yet bleeding profusely.

Licked in fervent affection
Even a wild tongue encarnalizes empathy,
Having all freshness of a rose petal
And induces vibrant energy
To win the battle
With peace and love.