Blood on the border and floods of limitless shroud
The sea became a shame; harmony is no more a proud
Civilizations has come to the comprehensive worse
Those arms for the defense have turned into curse
Puzzles neither the motive nor peace is their stand
Communalism thrives worst for their lust is a piece of land
Feeling the hatred is never the solution to difference
What causes peril to us perhaps is forgotten reverence
Death is not the matter that can be asked for love
Barbarism never needed to conceal the red glove
What required to peace is to oneself true surrender
So that not the blood but love on the border be a lovely remainder…
Reetesh Khare 'Sabr'
03/05/2009
oh! what a pungent poem. this should be sent to ISI, taliban etc across pakistan.really heart touching.posted 10 surya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was beautiful...