Peace is the iridescent glow on a lake
When setting sun weaves its magic.
It glistens like the drop of milk
On a sated infant’s lips
Its the leaf strewn village path
Which makes the wayfarer
Forget the long miles ahead.
A little bird crooning
In the deep recess of the heart,
When the walls melt and blur
In the sublime warmth of love,
When one wipes tears
Off a woe -ridden face,
When you sing for the voiceless,
We join the music of the universe
The ultimate symphony
The symphony of peace!
By Sindhu Soosan Varghese