I once saw a child
With a scratch on his face and a voice so mild
Passing through the secluded path
Searching with a gentle wrath
Looking at his body
So lean and thin
I thought to go and ask
What was his task?
With his hollow eyes
And an innocent guise
He replied, "I am searching for my brother-
Who left me with another."
I offered to help him
To search for his brother and find him
I asked how his brother looked
He simply said, "He is calm and good."
He then added, "I have never seen
How he looks or known how he has been.
People say he is no more
That's why everyone is facing torture."
We searched for him day and night
At the seashore and at every traffic light
It has been years; we are still searching
We hope that someday he will emerge
If his brother comes to your door
Don't let him go.
Oh, sorry - I forgot to share his name
He is 'Peace', a brother who can stop the world's war game.
by Bhawana Shrestha
Nepal
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