I hear the distant bells toll
calling humanity once again.
An angel knocking on your soul,
so this life doesn't go in vain.
The 'wind of unity' is on my face,
like an infant's breath is calm.
Reaches far into open space
while a tear falls on my palm.
Homes and hope razed by fire
while the riots made many rifts.
Freedom killed by wrath and ire,
while life is one of His gifts.
Prasenjit@1997-2022
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