In the silence of shattered nights,
Where innocence fades in blinding lights,
We seek a prayer for peace to mend,
The wounds that war can never end.
In Ukraine's fields, in Gaza's streets,
Where children's cries and heartbeats meet,
Women weep for lives torn apart,
War's cruel hand, its callous art.
No justification, no defense,
For violence wrought in pure pretense,
Non-combatants bear the cost,
Innocence in chaos lost.
In Russia's gaze, in every land,
We yearn for peace to take a stand,
To end the bloodshed, cease the fire,
To quell the hate, the burning pyre.
Concrete solutions, prayers in flight,
To end the endless, painful night,
May leaders find a path to grace,
And heal the world, in love's embrace.
In this fragile time of strife,
India's Prime Minister Modi seeks new life,
With open arms and hopeful eyes,
He travels where the conflict lies.
To Russia's heart, he makes his way,
A hug that speaks what words can't say,
A gesture of friendship, not of war,
A hope to heal, to mend, restore.
Yet let it be clear to every nation,
India's stance is no validation,
Of actions wrought in blood and pain,
But a plea for peace to reign again.
In Moscow's halls, through winter's chill,
He carries prayers, a steadfast will,
For dialogue to bridge the divide,
For compassion to be our guide.
May his embrace, sincere and warm,
Be the calm within the storm,
A symbol of a world united,
In peace and love, never slighted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem