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Noted Nest

A Song of Hope

By Windha Tera B Sangma


Rises with hatred

The crisis of discordance

Nothing is perfect

When people are in anger

Well-documented obsession with instruments

Now and then flashes at sky

An oily decision comes out of dislike

Impregnated with bitterness

Becomes never deleted scene. 


The sky witness and wept over gasses

He dreamt that his solitude will end

Sparkle with endless fire and engine

War categorized the person

Analyze the land and species

Our shriveled imaginations

The worst ever devil being created in mind. 


Lost love in war-conflict

Lost identity out of distress

Lost lives out of horrible fights

Darkness conquer the peace

A place, attractive become destructive

Every man witness a strong war

Hesitantly grew out of high contest

Comparison of power and authority

Create winner and losser among people

A division which conspire against each others. 


Hatred is what dancing with enemies

Hatred can goad into fights

We visualized man with dislike

A quality of love dismissed

The smiling mouth muted

The corner of eyes turn bitter

War cost your life and focus

Power at one phase and speed

As we search stillness within hatred

Horrible images of earth and time

Inflicted by gasses and fire. 


Lets lend a time on life

The world must come together as oneness

Life can be understood by living

And living a life moves forward by love

Love is defined by compassion and humanity

Well! Let us realize about life

A change can come when we love and stand as one. 


Restore this war with peace

Having high intact in love

To unlock this life biggest lesson

We must be in good sense

Love is what being share

Not what looks on profit

Immune this feelings as healing power

March with greatest desire and faith

Feel the presence of love

Set free from hatred

An intellectual beauty lies within yourself

A song of hope and rhythm of care

That's all one can have.


By Windha Tera B Sangma

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I haven't thought of hope that way but your poem have inspired me in different way.

Polub

Mesmerizing ♥️

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Wow .... excellent

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