The Cost Of Life And Peace

I never lit an oil lamp
At dawn and dusk
I never repeat any hymns
By holding the rosary
I never bow down on the floor
Five times a day
Yet I feel someone is nearby me

He, or She, or It?
I fail to envisage that
But it moves with me
It eats with me, it plays with me
It talks, laughs, cries with me
It sleeps and dreams with me
Like the smell in a flower
It preaches:
Peace will not come through
The flash of sword
It preaches:
Peace will not come through
The sharp ends of trident
It preaches:
Peace will not come through
The invasion of cruise missiles
Because it teaches me:
The cost of life
And that of peace are same...
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a very touching and meaningful composition. peace within, peace without.

mamta agarwal, Noida- UP
May 15, 2010
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Prem saheb, yes there is some one always with us — our conscience. One, in fact, murders one's conscience before shooting an unknown, often harmless and innocent. And as regards peace, it too takes root within every one.. peaceful act is just a flower for every one's view. Thank you for a good composition.

Kumarendra Mallick, Hyderabad
May 15, 2010
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As war gets born first in the minds of men, of Peace too the abode lies within our own selves. An insightful poem. Peace be with all!

G.Kannan, Anchal
May 15, 2010
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True, peace cannot be found by one elsewhere outside. It is part of one's life and one should search for it inside his or her heart.

Rajaram Ramachandran, Juhu, Mumbai
May 15, 2010