Why not peace
Peace is achievable,
But we have made it seem impossible.
How many more people have to die?
How many more mothers have to cry?
Is fight always the answer?
The hatred in our hearts is worse
than cancer.
Doesn’t peace seem a beautiful sight?
Then why can’t we bring the light?
Humanity should be our ultimate
religion,
Let’s make
happiness the real mission.
But these are all thoughts,
The real change is never brought.
We make our
eyes wet,
But in the end forget.
There is people dying every day,
But there is nothing we do or say.
No one understands and care,
That violence is such a nightmare.
We whine about our tiny struggles
and fight,
But there are people who have
never seen the light.
Forget ‘Me’ and think about ‘Us’.
One petal does not make the
whole lotus.
Sanika Singh
Standing by myself
Lyrical waves in sadness
keep me lively and determined.
My sighs are fertile enough
to renew me day in and out
to continue their voyage in heart
with great comfort,teasing me openly.
Habits of unconditional tolerance
grow my pains inside unnoticed.
I tap them with silent kisses
consoling myself with patience
concealing myself in loud laughter
to oil the wheel of life
to make it run smoothly
disturbing no one’s dreaming eyes.
Still I sing to myself
without fear
without tear
standing by myself
to braid feelings and emotions
with sincere devotion to life.
Bipul Chandra Kalita
Smile, my sweet little darling
O, my sweet little darling, Rijwana,
How little do you know
That in your enrapturing smile
Not only your lips
But a most beautiful pair of eyes,
Innocent, wide and deep
Also take part-reminding me of a doe.
And how little do you know
That for your father, the humble owner
Of sixty years of darkness and gloom,
Of twelve unfortunate human creatures,
Of shriveled face and sunken eyes
Of tattered clothes and thatched roof
Your smile is life!
Yes, and you owe this very smile
at least
To the poor soul of your father
who, in order to see you educated
ploughs his emaciated body
in carrying away the human load;
and within the heart of his hearts,
who unceasingly weaves the silken
webs of your glossy future.
Smile, my sweet little darling, smile.
Rakesh Chandra