Santosh Kumar Biswa - WHITE DOVE

White Dove
An Anthology of Love, Peace, Fidelity and Humanity by Santosh Kumar Biswa
The Peace, out from my Love
Until crepuscle, to an affluent city I jaunted,
A voyage over the sea and the highest slopes,
To abut with humans loaded up with riches,
For serenity, that dwells inside their four dividers.
I went instead clashing with their dateless prides,
What's more, the docket, so stiff even in their leisure.
The next, to the ghetto over the level aside,
In the promise, for peace away from wealth.
An easy path, I got to march with those in poverty,
For serenity, that resides in their local region.
My heart went wild clashing with their hope of enduring,
And their rigidness to battle over friends for holding out.
At that point, over to the highest mountain I ascended,
Battling the rough current of air and the calorific sun,
Nigh to the Heaven for a conversation, with God.
Just, I discover no God to manage, just the flimsy air.
I went unsated clashing with my own denied mind
And the narrow-mindedness that is within me.
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