New Road
There‘s no shame in exhibiting love
No fame exuding hatred
We’re both trudging through tough trough
Let us call a spade a spade
What’s a bit of land one can’t plough?
For which, we’re getting red
There’re barren bellies millions! Sow
Seeds of hope, loads of bread
Weren’t we birds of one be’utiful bough
Broke who; our nests of gold?
Few rogues commanding our bows
It‘s time high we get bold
Let us flee out of these foul rows
Of malicious folds
And make deal of ideals above
Faiths, fears, cults, creeds and God
Let us wipe blood stains on white doves
Of peace and with pride hold
Them high in skies gleaming bright halos
On our newly paved road
(This is a structured poem, actually written addressing SAARC countries, especially our close neighbor (?)
poem by Sathya Narayana
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