Ode to Peace by Sendoo Hadaa SignUp
Boloji.com
Boloji
Home Kabir Poetry Blogs BoloKids Writers Contribute Search Contact Site Map Advertise RSS Login Register
Boloji
New | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z | Ed's Choice | Articles | Knowledge Zone | Themes | Submit
Channels

In Focus

Analysis
Cartoons
Education
Environment
Going Inner
Opinion
Photo Essays

Columns

A Bystander's Diary
Business
My Word
PlainSpeak
Random Thoughts

Our Heritage

Architecture
Astrology
Ayurveda
Buddhism
Cinema
Culture
Dances
Festivals
Hinduism
History
People
Places
Sikhism
Spirituality
Vastu
Vithika

Society & Lifestyle

Family Matters
Health
Parenting
Perspective
Recipes
Society
Teens
Women

Creative Writings

Book Reviews
Ghalib's Corner
Humor
Individuality
Literary Shelf
Love Letters
Memoirs
Musings
Quotes
Ramblings
Stories
Travelogues
Workshop

Computing

CC++
Computing Articles
Flash
Internet Security
Java
Linux
Networking
Theme: Life Share This Page
Ode to Peace
by Sendoo Hadaa
Bookmark and Share
Ode to Peace4.jpg
  Peace, a good name
It is given by all mankind
It is given by the ones who once suffered from hunger or bled
It is given by the exiles of different nations and countries
It is given by the ones who are homeless
And lead a wretched life in a foreign land

Peace, you have countless suffering brothers and sisters
You have millions upon millions of aged mothers
Who are impatient for their sons' return from the battlefields with tearful eyes

Peace, you are the kiss of the reviving land
The embrace of the ones returning home at night
The laurel wreath woven with olive-branch worn
On the Olympic champion’s head
The old friend of the sun and the moon
You give us peacefulness, harmoniousness, and happiness
You are just the God; you are just the world and all things on earth

Peace, time appears like a devil in the days without you
Living appears like a well of death without you
The moonlight looks like unremitting rain without you
Peace, in the morning when you come back
Migratory birds can be seen flying over the city
Hands can be seen waving and dancing in the sky
November 08 ,2009
More by :  Sendoo Hadaa
Views: 1
Share This Page
Post a Comment
Bookmark and Share
Name*
Email ID  (will not be published)
Comment
Verification Code*
Can't read? Reload
Please fill 5 characters from the above captcha code for verification.

    

 








A Bystander's Diary Analysis Architecture Astrology Ayurveda Book Reviews
Buddhism Business Cartoons CC++ Cinema Computing Articles
Culture Dances Education Environment Family Matters Festivals
Flash Ghalib's Corner Going Inner Health Hinduism History
Humor Individuality Internet Security Java Linux Literary Shelf
Love Letters Memoirs Musings My Word Networking Opinion
Parenting People Perspective Photo Essays Places PlainSpeak
Quotes Ramblings Random Thoughts Recipes Sikhism Society
Spirituality Stories Teens Travelogues Vastu Vithika
Women Workshop
RSS Feed RSS Feed Home | Privacy Policy | Disclaimer | Site Map
No part of this Internet site may be reproduced without prior written permission of the copyright holder.
Developed and Programmed by ekant solutions