My hands lay beneath the shower of your blessing , oh lord,
To prevent the adversities that the clash of the sword ,
And bows and arrows do certainly make ,
As the reals fight for the ancestral fake !

They quarrel over some ancient deed ,
And to the pool of blood , they pay no heed ,
How so I wish I could have blocked them now ,
And settled for a state of peace , somehow !

But peace seems no less than a distant dream ,
To the blast of sorrow and voices of scream ,
As a matter of honour , they lay their lives ,
Leaving in dilemma , their daughters and wives …

As I wish for the flag of peace to flutter high ,
And if it can’t , then for once , just try ,
To think the better of it as a whole ,
And appreciate the piousness of every soul ..!



  1. Sumeet n Prabh · April 28, 2014

    Very good divyajeet. Keep them coming..

    • divyajeet2009singh · April 28, 2014

      Hehe thanks !!! I’ll sure write many morreee !! 😊😊😊

    • divyajeet2009singh · April 29, 2014

      Sure !!! I’ll write plenty more of them !! Thanks ! 😊😊

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