POEM
Dreaming of a new
bright dawn, I await.
Instead
each dawn is one
and the same.
Longing for a calm
and quiet life, I lie.
Instead
the words ‘calm and quiet’
are alien words these days.
Listening to the music of night
I lie with my ears glued to the pillow.
Instead
the roar of the
city like that of a lion
continues to pierce my
eardrums throughout the night.
Dreaming a peaceful
violent-free, harmonious life
I am being forced
to observe strife
among various nations
across the world……
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