Oct 10, 2025
Only if peace would grow on mango* trees, and I could pluck
Only if peace would bloom like jasmine buds, which a child could gather!
Only if Putin could put in the effort to enlarge peace
Only if Trump could triumph in augmenting peace.
As peace blooms in the laughter of the Gazan kids
And in the smile of the people awaiting the release of their relations
May peace be the balm for the wounded hearts on the east of the Mediterranean
To be blown by the willows over the borders to count four and six
Where the green turf would merge the blue and the green
Blur the borders of war into peace
May it be that
The homes are schools where peace is taught
The schools are homes where the families extend
The churches are places where peace is the music
And the muezzins would muster the devotees to salaam
But beyond all ifs and buts,
If only peace could bloom in the heart of my heart
In the crown of my consciousness
As the thousand-petalled lotus of my sahsrara chakra!
And my prayer is - still very old and borrowed:
Make me a channel of your peace!!
*Living in Sitapur, UP, a mango region, that is the best and first fruit that comes to mind. The juicy refreshing Dasheri!!
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