🕊️ "Whispers Between Peace and the World"
A Two-Part Poetic Dialogue Between Peace and a Broken Earth
By: Advocate M. Murali Mohan
Part 1: When Peace Stood Still
In memory of a world that forgot peace…
Where are the gentle evening twilight rays?
Where are the soft hues shimmering at the edges of green meadows?
Where are the love-laced songs that once floated in the breeze?
Peace has awakened — amid the tremors of fear and unrest.
Where are the doves of peace that soared in the depths of blue skies?
Where are the rainbows that once spread across the sky’s edge?
In the acrobatics of metallic birds, only terrifying breathlessness remains,
Beyond the roar of bombs, a voice questions the world — “What happened?”
Walls of pride have closed around our hearts,
The budding leaves of affection have vanished in flames.
Winds drunk on violence devour the shade of every flower,
Though the breeze of peace still blows… hearts have forgotten how to open their doors.
Yet — there is still time… for hopes to sprout anew,
To perfume our hearts once more with the fragrance of forgiveness.
Even a single breath of silence can become a stage — for peace,
Somehow… a dawn must return, once again, to tranquility.
Part 2: Answer from the World to Peace
A humble response from a wounded Earth…
O dove of peace…
To your aching question — “What happened?”
This world now whispers its answer…
In the voice of its silence.
Once, we knew your feathers by touch,
Soft as prayers on children’s lips.
We carved your name into lullabies,
And dreamed beneath skies that never rained fire.
But…
We got lost.
In the glitter of power,
In the echo of pride,
In maps drawn with blood, not ink.
We mistook noise for strength,
And silence for weakness.
We stitched flags with fear,
And wore hate like honor.
O dove… you hovered.
You knocked.
You waited.
But we were too busy building walls
To hear your wings.
Now —
Amid ruins and rubble,
Where stars once listened to poets,
Even the silence is crying.
And so…
We turn, slowly,
Ashamed,
Trembling,
Broken.
Come again.
Perch once more on our rooftops,
Let your coo awaken the memory
Of what it meant to be human.
Let our scars not scare you.
Let your shadow cleanse our guns.
Let us, for once,
Deserve your landing.
We heard you.
Too late, maybe…
But we heard you.
Stay, Peace.
Don’t leave again.
This time,
We will listen.
