Peace Is Not White

What is the way out
When in the tenebrous heart
One is caught hold tight

Let not the eyes wet
Rush out to drench in the rains
Just like that wet crow

Pouring rains weaving
Clad in happiness up soars
Splashing sprinkles once

Then down flutters wet
Caw, caw cries left and right glad
Then up the tree flees

Its nest its chicks feeds
Watering sky, laughing earth
In mirth happy crow

Circling once again
With one-eyed look caws
Drippy before you

Set free from your cave
A bird fleeing unfettered
Look, peace is not white

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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