Peace
Mar 9, 2024
From a faraway land,
a distant light shimmers.
It hurts my eyes,
my pupils constrict.
A green-blue truck passes by
amid the black hollow of palm leaves.
Why do people fight wars?
Where is peace?
I want solace, I want serenity.
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Written by Ankita Bose
Ankita is a middle-class Bengali woman whose eyelids are painted with yet-to-be fulfilled dreams. An avowed reader, she only wants to learn and write in life.
