Disarmament Poem by dr. ram sharma

Disarmament



DISARMAMENT
Now man shakes in his shoes,
he does not fetch a sigh of joy,
grief is mirrored in his face,
his charm of life goes to the wind,
so unless men disarm themselves,
their rainbow dream of world peace,
will ever crumble to dust

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