Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Sunday, 8 April 2012

War Garden

The sleeping buds lie still, for stillness is peace-
The furore in gardens where flowers lay shredded-
Typhoons of rage, created through gusting ignorance;
On the trail of a scent, misconstrued as the gift of blooms-
Are petals fallen; from the breeze of discontent and injustice.


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