The Song Of Peace

My inkpot is empty
My words hang in the air
Yearning to communicate.

I stir my words in the teacup
Their warmth is wafting
Eager to touch you.

I try to carve them on your heart
They melt and mix in your blood
Losing their charm.

How will posterity read them?
I need new inkpots
My journal is wistful and forlorn.

Embedded within its pages
My words wish to soar
Words that whisper and warble…

The song of peace.

© Balroop Singh

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55 thoughts on “The Song Of Peace

  1. Beautiful poem, Balroop, filled with longing and hope.
    Let me quote the stanza at the end
    “:Embedded within its pages
    My words wish to soar
    Words that whisper and warble…”

    They will ! And the inkpot will overflow. 💕

    Miriam

  2. I love this, Balroop! I really felt this part deeply, “I try to carve them on your heart
    They melt and mix in your blood
    Losing their charm.”

  3. Your stir is magical to revive the nearly empty inkpot, Balroop. Our emotions sometimes are suppressed. The inkpot of emotions needs to be stirred often. Beautiful poem!

  4. Balroop, I love this poem … the words are centre stage, as they should be! At times words never seem enough, silence would be better, at times we seem to run out, words are misconstrued, misused. Yes to :

    ‘Words that whisper and warble…
    The song of peace.’

    Beautiful poem and thought-provoking reflections!

  5. Wow, Balroop, powerful is not a powerful enough word to describe your poem. For women trapped in that situation, how do they avoid rape? Do women ultimately have the power? I hope they do. I am so sad for women who live in societies which do not honor them and their choices.

    1. Sadly they don’t have any choice Marsha. They live in harrowing situations, an unimaginable hell. Thanks for coming over to read and share your thoughts.

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