Wish.
Words, birds and their colours,
all hues and tints and their array;
a heart dances vibrantly,
world spreads out to stars.
Deeds, sadly words and thoughts too,
they soiled it, every bit;
hearts withered, every bit,
world crumpled to shreds.
Lend us more words and colours,
meaningful, with love,
and hearts to mend this, with love.
Let the world, breath in and spread out joyous.
Yes, we need something for healing both victim and villain, both displaced and place. More colors, words love. Perhaps this poem's power will ring forward.
ReplyDeleteA great healing out-breath. Much comes from its heart.
ReplyDeleteVery nice thoughts and with such thoughts the world will be a better place to live:)
ReplyDeleteyes we need more words, more who wish and more action to repair, to heal
ReplyDeletegracias
The world so needs healing...so beautifully stated.
ReplyDeleteOh yes . . . lend us more words, colors and love.
ReplyDeletelike a breath of fresh air, your poem is so well crafted, Have a nice Monday
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Still love this prayer!
ReplyDeleteI love that ending stanza ~ I will join you in that wish for joy, color and mended hearts ~
ReplyDeleteI simply love the ending...
ReplyDeleteLet the world, breath in and spread out joyous.
ReplyDeleteThis is sorely missed in the present world of conflicts. Beautifully stated Sreeja!
Hank
If words alone cold heal this world yours would do it.
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