THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
My Peace Train, where are you gone? Oh, my peace train, where are you gone? No zip in you I see, you seem reluctant, Wake up now, time is draining out of hand. Let us not lax our hope, but strive and seek And let those dormant wake for their roles, Much awaited to build this world once again. Global mind, we sh’ld build, out of their walls For an equal planet beyond the community. Oh, my peace train, where are you gone? Like a sinking star we shall yearn in desire For those rugged ones of untraveled world That lack in mind the equity and social justice, So that, what the world is facing, to know Then shall they have empathy for others In fairness with better choices in speeches For an equal planet beyond the community. Oh, my peace train, where are you gone? Our purpose is alive, it's not too late to act For a world free of racism and prejudice To build another peace train of our variety Until the last man, that passes over and over 3
