Poem about PEACE

Don't ask me how but even today when we think about this we laugh and enjoy the memories. Haha...really, to write a poem when your Head of the Department (HOD) requests you to do it for the Inter House competitions in College is absolutely somthing else. And we were in no position to say No because after all, he is our HOD whom we really respect a lot. So we took part and this is my poem which I wrote. The topic is 'Peace'. I actually thought mine was hilarious but after we all discussed our poems after the event, I realised there were others which were even worse. Really don't know how or from where we got it. On the bright side though, we were happy because this event literally brought out the poetic side of us. It was a big surprise as we understood how a pressure situation introduced our in born poetic talent to us. Anyway when the results were announced, we learnt that few of us had crossed the limit for the maximum number of lines and so were not counted at all. Heh heh as though that would have made a lot of difference!! The memories are still there. The way we were all sitting in the hall looking at the ceiling then showing facial expressions at each other saying "sheesh man, what are we doing here...!!" and the mutual laughter which we were trying to control the entire time. It was fun! :) Here goes...

"Peace"

Wherefore that promised solace
The world has since yearned for
Hunts man for peace always
The peace of God to every dear...

What doth man longeth for
The murky skies upon the oceans
Looking but for that door;
Yet pushing onto strains and pains

Knoweth not yet a single soul
To look deep most into his heart
Oh! That most sought goal
Alas! Much he pains to part!

Trustworthy is he all the time
His power, money and authority
Closeth his eyes verily upon
Closeth his ears verily onto

The cry of the hungry
The shame of the naked
Lest the talk of the power
Lest the show of the proud

Change never doth cometh his way
To share is nought his cup of tea
His feet he loves to lay
Upon blue. grass and sea

Thus lonely remaineth the man
In grief, sorrow and pain
Look! The speed of his run
Oh1 But in such great vain!

So weeps the man most often
Wise in thought; fool at heart
No matter the circle he plays
Touches not that acclaimed peace...

Wherefore that promised solace
The world has since yearned for
Hunts man for peace always
The peace of God to every dear...