WAR
Provocation has tooth and nail-
Forces on Borders will respond.
Bloodshed on both sides will not fail.
Provocation has tooth and nail-
Imprisoned truth won’t get a bail.
Bellicose sides will never bond-
Provocation has tooth and nail-
Forces on Borders will respond.
PEACE
Seeds of light are not from above-
They can be grown within as blooms.
Once you sow this you will reap love.
Seeds of light are not from above-
Inside nestles the little Dove.
It sings away the pall of gloom-
Seeds of light are not from above-
They can be grown within as blooms.
Posted for my Midweek Motif ~ War and Peace @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
Beautiful ….and rightly expressed. Wars rarely go as planned and are usually far more expensive in terms of human sufferings and wealth than expected.
Wow. I have never seen that form before. The music in it is brilliant—something like rocking you to sleep with beautiful lines while yet writing of war. Fascinating.
You write with clear sight, and speak the truth. War brings untold suffering and cheapens us all,
Elizabeth
Wonderful, so much positivity in the words in the 2nd one.
This is so beautiful, Sumana 🙂 especially love; “Seeds of light are not from above- they can be grown within as blooms.”❤️
Wow Wow Wow Wow. Triolet? Such haunting, resonating braiding–both sound like tolling bells. Let’s move to the one that comes from within. Love and Peace.
Beautiful and hopeful………thanks, Sumana.
How well you describe the two forces within humanity.
Reality and a seed. We end with hope (I too believe) This is beautiful.
Beautiful We need that little dove that sings away the pall of gloom. Love that
Beautifully expressed Sumana. I remember Ghandi was a man of peace and wanted Hindu, Muslim and Sikh all together in harmony but sadly that was not to be. Western countries think the same way now by accepting refugees from other countries only to see them turn on their benefactors.
I love that little love – I can picture her so clearly
Oh, would that we all plant seeds of light. Unique format. well written.
I like the contrast of the two poems.
This is so true, and echos well:
Seeds of light are not from above-
They can be grown within as blooms.
A powerful piece, Sumana!
A glimmer of hope in the shape of a dove. Beautiful!
I like this form. Well expressed poem.
gorgeous write. the repetition really makes the words more rich.