If
The guns turn into bouquet of
Flowers;
The tanks-
Cream-rolls;
The mortars, shells-
Chocolates,
The bayonets-
Ice-creams
Battlefield-
Cake;
Politicians' hearts-
Roses...
Country-
Only one.
War?
Never!
The poet dreams..........
And will be dreaming
Ever!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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