This page is tranquil like its white.. <br />On this <br />When I write to my Mother <br />About her lotus, her peacock <br />Her victorious liberty, her astute, salubrious issues <br />Halcyon breeze trills unfurling a peacock-dance <br />To the felicitious lotuses in abundance <br /> <br />But in a sudden hush of a spooky heart <br />My trembling hands admonish Mother <br />Voicing an alert to terrorism and violence.. <br />Shocked..This page..outraged to bleed tear-flood <br />Bleeds and bleeds in a nexus to wet red <br />Other pages and other pages reticular far and wide <br />Friends, You feel the pain of my heart <br />In your eyes, in your hands as I do yours <br />Tell me, what shall we do to write <br />'WORLD PEACE' to restore this tranquil page<br /><br />Indira Renganathan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/world-peace-8/
