On the rehabilitation of victims affected by wars and conflicts while hoping for peace and healing in society.
To heal hearts struck,
With the war-thunder,
The world needs,
A hand tender:
Free from the wrinkles,
Of hate and prejudice.
To bring back the smile,
Where peace lives in exile.
To break the cups,
Hate-smitten,
We pray for a hand,
To knit hearts-broken.
Feb-1998. Edit 2024
2 comments
This is a beautiful piece
You are so right and I agree with you, it is so nice to hear these words,
you read my heart, you read my brain as if…. thank you