Poem - A walk through the gardens of Peace II
Hello,
Here is a poem I wrote today during an ultra boring session of Computers in Communication, where the professor was raging on about the history of computers and the fullform of ALU…
A walk through the gardens of Peace II
A bay lead drifts in time with the eastward draft,
The smoke trail raises, it came from a shaft!
Another life rose; a lifeless kissed the ground.
The pigeon fell, and She lay closely bound.And doubly bound, she lays; awaits her fate,
The lily drops, leaving droplets red in her wake!
They say where love doth fail, hate begins,
And that is how, the story, fate spins…As pursuit flew, for Laurels more,
Leaf by leaf, the Bay tree doth sore.
Now bald, with pseudo-leaves a part,
Lies the tree, lamenting, for naught defensive darts.Sooth do I speak, I say the garden transforms?
To become but a spring time dorm?
“No sir!” Cries She from her present past;
Contemplating late, Oh, a fool’s repast!- Neo Garfield
27.6.2007
I was treating the issue of world peace sarcastically. They say that we are in a peace situation now. Oh really?!!!
Today, there are wars fought for the cause of peace… Relegious battles… Racist issues… Terrorism… Show of arms… Silent threatning… And they say we have attained peace?
I would love to hear your take on the issue
Please do comment! Cheers ![]()
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I have enjoyed reading through many of your posts and just wanted to say thanks for sharing. I agree with you, I do not think we have achieved peace. I do think there are enough people in this world that want peace, and it is very possible in our lifetime, but we are far from it right now.
Take Care!
Thank you Shelly.
[sorry for the late reply]
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