Now-a-days
I don't like to read the newspapers
It's full of bad and sad news:
War, Corruption, Murder
Rape, Robbery, Flattery
Conspiracy, Drug Dealing
Women and Child Trafficking
And so on
I long for breaking good news
But I become disheartened
The politicians and the religious leaders
All talk about peace and world peace
But peace remains a daydream
Alas
Peace is in their words
But greed is in their hearts
As usual peace is no where to be found in any end of the world...All hopes will be shattered to pieces.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We can fight for that peace, in place where others have stood and failed, we fight as poets and artists!