Peace

Gazing into the mirror, he always averted his own reflection, 

His delusion was that he was a messenger of peace. 

The oasis he transformed into a vast desert, 

For his reflection in its waters always spoke the truth.

 

In the desert, there exists no stream of water, 

It is said that a river of blood has dried up all the water.

Once, the breezes were fragrant, and life was filled with joy, 

Then came a messenger of peace, and autumn fell upon the land.

 

Once, flowers bloomed abundantly in the garden, 

But upon his mere sniff, all wilted away. 

Loudly,he proclaimed that he was The angel of peace, 

Yet people trembled in fear, as he slaughtered all around him.

 

As his power grew, he made a declaration, 

"If there shall be peace, it shall be mine alone, else there shall be none." 

He believed his faith to be the only true one, spreading peace, 

While all others were infidels, for they did not accept his peace.

 

One day, all came to know the truth; they recognized the falsehood, 

They realized he had no wings; he was but juat a man, not an angel. 

Then their fear dissipated, and they encircled him, 

Slowly they advanced forward, as they encircled him.

 

Now fear resided in his eyes, while hope of peace shone in theirs, 

Then someone drew a sword, and the body of the angel fell to the ground. 

Where the body lay, a tempest arose, a flood emerged from the earth, 

From those waters, a river was formed, and the desert blossomed anew.

 

From the earth wafted a fragrance; the breezes became pleasant once more, 

Life regained its joy, and blossoms bloomed in the garden once more, 

Thus began the renewal of peace. 

This peace was not that of the angel, nor was it forged by swords, 

This peace stemmed from concern, not born of fear, but from love.

 

Thursday, 04/10/2024  , 18:00 PM

Ajay Sardesai (Megh)