Antidote

Dear Mother Earth,

Have you slept
Or seen peace
Within walls of your chamber?

Can I clean your windows
For the invisible hand
To write peace
On their reflecting glory?

Can I wash off blood
From your rivers,
Beautiful streams
And savouring springs?

Can I delete the records
Of burial you gave your offsprings
In the grave of your heart?

Tears are rainfall;
Sometimes they wash
Only our body
But not our soul
Hence, can I find a key
To unlock your soul
For my tears to wash your soul?

I know you’re strong
But you’re a weeping pride

Be strong,
Hope is an antidote.

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