Peace,Piece by Piece
Proudly considering himself
As the Peace-Pigeon,the poor pilgrim,
Wearing hazy,torn dress of hunger
Walking on path of poverty,but
Laden with pain of planet,
When reached the doors of paradise,
Found them closed,nearby a sign board shinning
"Poor,weary,wanderers not allowed,
Only wanton worshippers of wealth
Are welcomed in this white washed paradise".
He,with an empty thought,gazes the empty vogue.
No freedom,no permission
For the poor pigeon of peace
To enter the paradise,
That parched his pride,piece by piece.
As the Peace-Pigeon,the poor pilgrim,
Wearing hazy,torn dress of hunger
Walking on path of poverty,but
Laden with pain of planet,
When reached the doors of paradise,
Found them closed,nearby a sign board shinning
"Poor,weary,wanderers not allowed,
Only wanton worshippers of wealth
Are welcomed in this white washed paradise".
He,with an empty thought,gazes the empty vogue.
No freedom,no permission
For the poor pigeon of peace
To enter the paradise,
That parched his pride,piece by piece.

