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Peace..

Write me a note Colorado,
Tell me how many rocks did you
dance with ?

Write me a note Berlin
And tell me how was it to feel
the wall falling down ?

Can u tell me Marx
if it was possible for you
to make this world more liberal.

I trembled into the
soaking rain
I trembled into the
searing heat.
And didn't you notice me
Crumbling into dust?

I rise,
I fall.
I break down
to break in again
Into you,
Onto time...

I live.

then why can't we ?

Protestants and catholics,
siyas and sunnis
dictators and people--
Why can't we be one !

If this is an insane wish
and a far off dream
Then I want your hand
to hold me tight.
I want your support
To be louder...
I want your sanity to
be wild and United.

Take an oath
To live with us
To bury the guns
and the bombs and the missiles.
But not the hammers...

We will need them to
refuel our hopes
and to shake our hands
across the borders
around the seas and
over the hills...

Take your axe friend
and let us make the first blow
to the invisible wall of Berlin
around each one of us.

So that a revolution comes
Without a bullet
And a dream fulfills itself
So that Lennon sleeps
In peace,
And we wake up
With it.


[Peace be with us,Amen]


SoUmY@


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Usha Pisharody said…
I trembled into the
soaking rain
I trembled into the
searing heat.
And didn't you notice me
Crumbling into dust?

I rise,
I fall.
I break down
to break in again
Into you,
Onto time...

And still it lives, for it is Peace! The one that Lenon Imagined. The one that each of us, deep inside, the Wall, longs for, the human in each of us ie! Awesome ending too, Soumya! Kudos! I know why you have written this one too, after Immortals...and that in itself is the reason why you shall always be for me, a poet who writes with his heart, and yet, does not ever give up on his mind too!
Brilliant ending..simply brilliant!!!
Hopefully this shall happen:

a revolution comes
Without a bullet
And a dream fulfills itself
So that Lennon sleeps
In peace,
And we wake up
With it.

Peace be with all of us. Amen to that too!
April 12, 2008 9:18 AM
Cinderella said…
Beautiful poetry !

**Write me a note Colorado,
Tell me how many rocks did u
dance with ?

Write me a note Berlin
And tell me how was it to feel
the wall falling down ?

Can u tell me Marx
if it was possible for you
to make this world more liberal.**


With opening lines as this, I just knew this was going to be something magnanimous...and hell yes, it was !!!

I have never read a verse about peace more beautiful and sedimented !

You never cease to amaze me !!
April 12, 2008 9:45 AM
Rukhiya said…
The best part of you is the dexterity with which you write,and not compromise on the quality jus for writing on a different subject-You are one of a kind,the rarest kinds-to have as much an sensitive heart as a sensible head over your shoulders-As for the poem-Il say..Take a bow:)
April 15, 2008 3:21 AM
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