a poem by Neeraj Tripathi

Uncle or aunt
Nephew or niece
Everyone here
Wants only peace
For our life
The ultimate goal
The peace of mind
The peace of soul
Unfortunately there is a black list
Every listed person we call terrorist
Some persons for their own sage
Call it as the holy rage
We don’t want any type of fight
But it’s time to reunite
I am not the teacher
Not the priest
But wants to say this at least

We work anywhere in any mod
One day we have to answer god