The doves of peace
Caged and fettered,
He wants to free,
The doves of peace
In a free space
Fluttering and flying uninhibited.
But man has created
An atmosphere of his own
With a binding,
Full of hurdles, hazards and hindrances,
Terminating one another
In an unhealthy way.
The title poem, The Dove of Peace
With which the poem opens up
Sets it rolling,
We Are Proud, War Is Fraud,
The Man of Today, Peace,
To War-mongers.
Published in 1989,
The book is a work
Which values love, peace and harmony
Instead of war,
Which destroys it
The base of harmony
And peaceful co-existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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