Beside him, his wounded peace expectation laid
The kaput soldier quietly entwine to take a break
Pleased with his courage, soothing comfort came
From deep within his souls gate, he not recalled
That the rivals were his previous acquaintances
In this poisonous battle of eminence, where death
Is the surname of the fixture and eminence is yet
So far-flung away from his spectacle, but courage
To journey the enemies’ contour, trigger off him
In doing this clean peccadillo, of killing the killers
For to prevail peace in Earth is a religious fervor
Citing this he would on no explanation surrender
Until the battle is won between the good vs. evil
Goodness will finally clutch the neck of wicked
Peace will prevail someday after the ruin of evil
And their wickedness, but now it is like a dream
But this dream will turn into reality, if we march
Ahead in the lane of peace, ignoring hate and greed
Yes, greed of power to stage-manage the poor souls
Then only Earth will be healthier place to breathe
For every existing soul, let us breathe hygienic air
And make this Earth, an incomparable paradise
Where violence and threat loiters only ephemerally
For now the love of fellow being drifts the hate
To the far away land, and condense its evil heart
And pour love to satisfy their arid and parched thirst
Upon drinking holy water of love, evil left its course
And walked slowly but surely to the path of adore.
The soldier reimbursed from his brief illusive nap
And heard a bullet piercing his asylums stone wall
He grabbed his gun and fired the shot in rapid song
And on target his enemy’s dead remains took a roll
Now only silence and utmost silence is what he heard
He came to his shelter and shook his head in disbelief
And cursed the God for not making his dream a reality
If his prior dreams had been real ones then instead of gun
He would be holding roses in his both charming hands.



Copyright 2002 Bhuwan Thapaliya