It is your peace
their peace, my peace
it is a cry, a shout
it is a whisper,
tangible
intangible
it is hoarse, cracked
like a mirror
it is a voice, it
is conscience
it is tears cascading
it is blood rehearsing
it is the tainted sword
maurauding, but
it is my peace
your peace our peace
it is bomb blasts taking
place again and again,
today eighteen in my country
it is the dove…
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Added by Ananya S Guha on October 30, 2008 at 10:05pm —
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