Peace

From darkness to thunder,

Where in the streets do I wonder?

The pain I hold,

Yet there is no shelter for my soul to mould.

The streets are empty and cold;

The quiet night with voices of silent whispers unfold,

Where is peace which my heart can hold?

And then I see one hope,

It is a street which goes down the slope,

Where in morning Birds sing and fly,

And the loneliness I keep slowly dies,

The feeling of raging battle within me slowly flies.

BY MISHAAL SHAHZAD

ISLAMABAD,PAKISTAN