Poem Hunter
Bristles Of War.
RTJ (17 September 1978 / Dehradun)

Bristles Of War.

Poem By Richa Tiwari Joshi

I sit here under the warm winter sun, flicking through the pages of the memoir of your pain,
i see the hungry bellys, and sins on the name of God,
I can't reach you there but your agony and cries of pain haunt me all the while,
I am desperate to help so I just close my eyes, fold my hands and ask my lord to grant you peace, love and harmony.
I pray that all the bristles of war heal as a cold winter pass by.
I have never been to your land but we share the same Sun and the Moon.
Today I offfer the dropp of tear to my lord to free you from pain and I know my wish would be granted.
I know your streets would be full of life again, I know you will return to where you belong.
For once all the demons of fear will burn in the divine fire of love and humanity will dance till the eternity.

User Rating: 5,0 / 5 ( 4 votes ) 2

Comments (2)

Everywhere Whether there is space or not There is War. Land, water and cosmos Religion, oil and Politics mind, kind and marriage Love, Life and death Everywhere Whether there is space or not There is War. Only prayers can heal the after effects. Good one.
VERY APTLY PUT! The agonies of war are truly painfilled...... I tried my skills sometime back on the wars in the middle east.... yours is truly a prayer for WORLD PEACE! God Bless!