Non-Violence
The mountains screamed to wake the sea,
The trees stood to be silent,
The sun came to give light,
But the world is still violent.
The dove came, but was killed;
In use of weapons, all are skilled,
Rise of violence all around,
As there is no one to utter a sound.
An eye for an eye makes the world blind,
Are we all of the same kind?
In the roof of peace, take a stand;
Don't let blood mix with sand.
A new deal maybe useful,
without making others the fool,
Give a smile, take a smile
And the anger will go nile.
Copyright © Vaishnavi Singh | Year Posted 2015
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