I sit here under the warm winter sun, flicking through the pages of the memoir of your pain, <br />i see the hungry bellys, and sins on the name of God, <br />I can't reach you there but your agony and cries of pain haunt me all the while, <br />I am desperate to help so I just close my eyes, fold my hands and ask my lord to grant you peace, love and harmony. <br />I pray that all the bristles of war heal as a cold winter pass by. <br />I have never been to your land but we share the same Sun and the Moon. <br />Today I offfer the dropp of tear to my lord to free you from pain and I know my wish would be granted. <br />I know your streets would be full of life again, I know you will return to where you belong. <br />For once all the demons of fear will burn in the divine fire of love and humanity will dance till the eternity.<br /><br />Richa Tiwari Joshi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bristles-of-war/
