Pigeon Of Peace

Beyond the border, Beyond hatred, war-fare And battle cry, A soothing, mellowed Voice calls me- - - - Neela, are you well? *******X************* I heard, the story Of blood-shed, Oppression, and torture, And of Partition. The bound people Leaving, their homes, For unknown addresses. Helpless destitute As they have stolen The riches, stealthily They fled with tearful Eyes, panicked and Appalled leaving Behind home, hearth, Trust and self-confidence! The pals, neighbors, The helping hands, All turned enemies Overnight! On foot, by cart, by boats, Millions and millions Packed like cattle, They boarded in trains, All the penniless Paupers! A worst fairy Tale, a nasty game! ! The princes of their Own lands, converted To beggars! **********X************** The bellicose leaders Of newly made two countries, Cheered and sipped The wine from their Victorious tumblers. Two countries And two chief leaders, One president, the supremo Of the half India, And the other the Prime Minister of the Other half. *********X******************* We are still fighting Because, the tradition Of the war-mongers Are on and will be Forever, and ever! **********X******************* This morning too I may hear the melodious Voice from my Neighboring country- - - - - Our ancestors' old home! Neela, how are you And your family? My love for you and For all. The pigeon of Peace, I gave her name! A symbolic voice With wings of love, Peace, tells me, The truth- - - - We can also live as The Pigeon of Peace! !