That Fight For Peace

no picture Rida Yumn Ahmed
Member since August 12, 2017
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  • Age 14

In The History Of Hindu Mythology, Ravana, The Demon King Was Killed By Unity Which Symbolized That Good Alone Triumphs Over Evil And thus, Prevailed Peace And Harmony. But After Centuries, Is The Ravana Truly Dead…Or Is He Still Alive? Do We Still Have To Fight For Peace?


THE FIGHT FOR PEACE……


Ravana died; came the light,

In the history of world, an antagonist died.

But, did all the evils hide,

To make my world look like a pious bride?

Have I got the world of my dreams?


Where the wind was blowing,

The water in the rivers was flowing,

I could see some children ploughing.

They were the treasures of God,

Ragged in clothes, stood amidst some rods.

Their feet were dusty, their faces looked rusty,

Her hair was brown, his face was dusky,

Working in the scorching sunrays of the sun,

Standing barefoot, how could they survive?

If I would have been there, I could have run.

Were they not blessed by God’s blessings,

The little boys and girls were poor orphans.


I couldn’t imagine the lives they lived,

They also lived in a city which was so urban.

Metropolis is so modernized and well-equipped, I heard,

But seeing the condition I was so disturbed.

They were all child laborers,

Who worked for people, truly they were murderers.

They snatched the happiness out of their lives,

And killed their childhood with sharp knives.

They ruined their lives with ease.

We need to fight for peace,

As the battle has just begun.




My Mother World, I have a question,

In the chambers of my heart,

Will this be the condition of the human race?

Oh! Mother World,

Think of those who do odd errands,

All with their little hands,

Their lives just run like sand,

So, this thing strikes my mind often,

That has the Ravana truly died?


Mother World tell me,

Who says the Ravana has died?

He is still in those who kill the girl child,

And vanquish the epitome of beauty and valor,

Are they pariah or will they imprecate!

Jewels, don’t know why these iniquitous hate.

They ruined their lives with ease.

We need to fight for peace

As the battle has just begun.



He is still in those who turn wild and unkind,

He betrays; he cheats; he knows how to turn out,

The lights of the lives.

He is the one, who creates rifts,

Among the people on basis of caste, color or creed,

And this leads to the insurgence, which snatches,

The innocent sons of the humanity.

He has no space for love and creates mistrust,

You don’t know him, but he is the one, who,

Wears the mask of a great sage,

But leaves the innocent tormented in a locked cage.

They ruined their lives with ease.

We need to fight for peace,

As the battle has just begun.









Mother World tell me,

Who says the Ravana has died,

He lives within us and creates rage in us,

Delves into our minds, our bodies rust,

And by slaughtering our inner souls, leaves us pierced in holes.


There is intolerance and prejudice,

Which gets injected in all of ours’ veins,

And by showing his might,

Ravana proves that he has not died.


Truth alone triumphs is a true saying,

But don’t you think realities are decaying.

Is the Ravana truly dead?

I think it’s a myth,

Because the throat of love is slit.

Is the existence of Ravana truly denied?

Mother World tell me,

Who says the Ravana has died?



But my Mother World will conquer the malevolence,

With her strength, audacity and unanimity.

She says her destiny is written with the intrepidity of the rising progeny

And not by the hands of agony.

This is the battle against the terror prevailing as insanity.


And yes, in my dreams, I see the children,

Inscribing the future of the human race.

I see that in the land of harmony,

The crimes just vanished and the golden birds emerged,

As a quintessence of tranquility and serenity.

The weapons of this war

Are unity and amity.

We have to be ready, soldiers,

As the enemy is not so far.

They ruined their lives with ease.

We need to fight for peace

As the battle has just begun.





Living in a society where poverty and melancholy is an alien,

My Mother World promised to me,

“My child, thee be freed of all clutches,

You will have your dream come true,

Soon you will have the world of your dreams,

And the world will be no more blue.”

They ruined their lives with ease.

We need to fight for peace,

As the battle has just begun. –Rida Yumn Ahmed





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