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Peace
(Poetry)
19-04-2010
by abnish singh chauhan
Peace comes,
not through the barrel of a gun,
not through the use of power,
not by an act of governance,
but, being a matter of the heart,
a matter of the mind,
it comes and stays
where life is easy,
where thoughts are freely expressed,...
To open his account
(Poetry)
17-04-2010
by abnish singh chauhan
He inserts his foot in cracked bamboo
to open his own account
Dynamite grows in his fields
and arms are put up for sale
hounds and threatens humble folk
day and night
in the garb of a well-wisher
His great attachment is with the...
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