A call for peace

The sky’s a dying shade of August
And mist envelops our home with chill,
The mountains stretch in faint, comely way
And while white shade to shade wraps my feet,
I think of you, my father and
I’m thankful for the peace we’ve forged
In fires of brutal hate and contempt;
We’ll never be ideal and
The weather outside will reflect
The turmoil and acetous angst,
But today, let our passage be soft
And let’s sleep gently thinking of
Those harsher winters we have braved.

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2018)

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