Peace Poem by alka almika

PEACE….


Peace of mind, peace in world;
Can it be acquired fully?

Sometimes there are gunshots,
cries and blood all over.
Sleepless nights from fear
of dacoits and terrorists.

One may take your life for money;
Another takes life to create terror.
Some murder in the name of jihad;
Others kill people for mental disorders.

Do they not need peace of any kind?
Or their peace is hidden in the blood;
Do they buy peace out of the money
they get from murdering innocents?

Their peace is perhaps the cries of dying.
All weeping silent after the rain of bullets;
The smell of smoky gun-powder,
relaxing the terror-stricken minds?

Peace is still far away from terror-strikers
Struggling against tyranny of their own;
Crying, suffering and dying slowly
Without gunshot, getting peace in death only.