World Peace Poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir

World Peace



A mirage,
They are running after it,
A game,
Played by big players,
A net,
Cast by the biggest hunter,
And the whole world trapped into it.
Thou cannot look for it
on the heap of corpse,
On the heap of ruin,
Amidst the wail of widows,
Amidst the scream of orphans,
It will surely come,
When man will be
the centre of man's hopes.

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Mohammad Akmal Nazir

Mohammad Akmal Nazir

Bahraich, U.P. India
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