What Peace Is Like

Peace is like the early rays of the Sun,

slightly auburn, spreading on the eastern sky.

Peace is like the mild setting Sun, sure of its return,

splashing colours on the western sky.

Peace is like the rising full moon, bright in its orb,

from above the rows of giant palm trees.

Peace is like the resting of the elephants

in a sward before the promised sunrise.

Peace is like the birth of an arc-rainbow

after the gale and copious rain.

Peace is like a sleeping pregnant cat

on top of the hay stacked in a burn.

Peace is like the child’s sucking sound

from the round breast of its mother.

Peace is like the deep silence of the wood

pregnant with promises near.

Peace is like the concurrent rain

spreading across the vale and dale.

Peace is like the trustful pacing of the child

holding his father’s finger top with nail.

Peace is love, Peace is smile

Peace is fragrance of the flower.

Peace is faithful surrender to the Divine

Peace is enchanting shower.

Peace has its last resort away from the earthly bower

in the Nirvanic void;

beyond the domain of science, history or logic

even as it baffles the ideas of Freud.

Peace is love, Peace is smile

Let the true Peace spread

Let this not be fragile.

Aju Mukhopadhyay