The Holy Book
Let its light of peace
Not be shaded by
The bullets and bombs.
Let the wounds cut and shot
By some senseless
Not shatter terror around it.
Let a few blind
Not choke it, locking it
In private drawers.
Let its words, ’’To slay one innocent
Is like slaying all the humans.’’
Put your guns down.
Let its fields, where
The truths and miracles ripened,
Be reaped by all.
Let this holy bloom,
Bloomed in the boundless desert,
Fill its fragrance in the rotten valleys.
FABIYAS M V
poem by Fabiyas M V
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