A cruel joke
It is simple and cruel joke
We unnecessarily poke
Create thick clouds with smoke
Keep eyes closed even if awoke
We believe in creating difference
Draw wrong conclusions and inference
We need cross check and nice reference
It is proving artificial with no fragrance
Why not has one reference from each religion?
Will it not benefit any specific region?
The war clouds may try to disintegrate
No more misery and pain to state
One good word from each of the holy book
Gather it in one close tin and cook
What will the real stuff with fragrance?
It may please all at first glance
Time has come to unite under one roof
What else we need as live proof?
Neck to neck competition in all the fields
Destruction all over only to get reward and shields
You may need no long range missiles
It will wear happiness and good smiles
Where will we need to aim and fire at?
What will be our goal to fix and set?
All the lands to be blessed with no tension
No displacement and torture to mention
No frontier guards and measures for prevention
This prove as unique in proposition as good invention
It is theoretically impracticable
No one can proceed with it or find unable
Still it is worth giving a trial
If no good response then there won’t be any denial too
The world needs peace and respite
It has attained nothing despite
Good efforts for peaceful mission
With frank and open admission
It is high time to find solution
There has to be some firm resolution
Nothing may work out well for power devolution
It may witness again bloody revolution
Do we want to witness ghettos and dungeons?
Going back to primitive sate and use the pigeons
What have learnt from Holy Spirit and religions?
Why not we bid good bye to different opinions?
It may not favor with fanatics
It may not appeal to lunatics
They have their own statistics
They believe in playing with carrot and sticks
Human race may be lost at the end
How can we call our self as best friend?
Where is the nice feeling for fellow brethrens?
It is adding woes and many concerns
Let the proposal gather the dust
The sincere and honest try is must
it may remain as paper theory or thought
World can be won over even without battles being fought
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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