Peace we seek must come from The Peace;
On the top of the hill the spring of Kausar,
Reminds us the pure springs,
And the four rivers of the paradise;
In silence the music of heaven we listen here;
Such is the peaceful sound,
Of the flowing rivers and waterfalls;
For getting back to this paradise,
All our castles that we have built on earth,
Must we dismantle;
All the roots of mighty oaks and chinars,
Growing deep inside our nafs,
Must we cut off;
Then we will wake up in the paradise,
Where our dreams for peace,
Shall come true;
A new morning will break,
With the gold glitter inside;
Out of all this light divine,
Peace is what will be born;
There will be no role to play,
For the fierce anti peace ghosts inside,
Wearing the mask of peace-givers, hiding inside.
MyKoul
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