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The trenchant blade Toledo trusty.
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself for read more
The trenchant blade Toledo trusty.
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself for lack
Of somebody to hew and hack.
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. read more
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
In peace, sons bury their fathers; in war, fathers bury their sons. -Herodotus.
In peace, sons bury their fathers; in war, fathers bury their sons. -Herodotus.
Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!
Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!
Peace is no more than a dream as long as we need the comfort of the clan.
Peace is no more than a dream as long as we need the comfort of the clan.
And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep
your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep
your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
Right human relations is the only true peace.
Right human relations is the only true peace.
Bring to a boil
Add oil
Then bomb
Ms Roy is author of the God of Small Things.
Bring to a boil
Add oil
Then bomb
Ms Roy is author of the God of Small Things.
Alternative Terror
War Tanks rolled over to
Jenin and its Refugee Camp
As battlefields in a minute
Clouds of read more
Alternative Terror
War Tanks rolled over to
Jenin and its Refugee Camp
As battlefields in a minute
Clouds of black smokes belched
From the nozzle of the missiles
Turned the dwellings into debris
And lives breathe under rubble
Still desires of living
That will never be fulfilled
Sighing are heard in the air
Unseen ghosts are roaming freely
Searching their brotherhoods
Living or dead
Souls are still weeping bitterly
With sorrows that never end
In the war turned atmosphere
Flying high in the sky appeared
The hungry vultures that smell
Odors of rotten human flesh
As if the open graveyards
To wipe the terrors and even its ghosts
Out of the worldly atmosphere
Reassuring pure peace
In every people’s mind
Is’t the rebirth of terror
Or alternative terror ?
© Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar.
