Smell of white flowers garnishing the nature
Spreading the message of intimacy
Bringing lots of hope for days
With no foudling in a hammock
Were voices of discord in anguish
Transforms to a tune of accord.
Each sunrise with a cue of ebullition
Fains the nature in her red gown
With the fangs of fanatics extorting her
Embezzling the gifts of our MOTHER
.Everyone awaits for a dragoman
To enclose the fissures in minds
As the pain of earth remains hidden
Amidst the stains of blood
The fluttering wings of a dove
Inculcates the incantation of peace
Spreading the fragnance of white flowers
Welcoming the days of mutual love.
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