I watch each day as it turns within, settling down for the dark night,
Tired and disillusioned, for it has found- nought!
Conflicts within and without-
Making wars a regular bout.
And who is it that pay the price?
You, me and that kid — orphaned lies!
From the land that to me belongs,
Conflicts have existed since centuries, no millenniums!
For its treasure did weave stories and legends
Of Diamonds as big as apples,
And as plentiful as the pebbles
That line the bordering oceans!
Utopia is here-
Hidden somewhere!
Yet found by one who seeks, in sheer
Innocence as children who pick berries!
On mountainsides, roadsides, or in glades near.
Once I saw
A child,
A monk,
No more than five
In his temple
Motionless and silent
Beaming bliss and oh so radiant,
Till I realised- it was me
Blissful and Radiant!
