The breeze is blowing but the leaves are not dancing,
the hot air is suffocating and the laughter is dying,
Tom should have fed the dog but he was lost in the ‘nowhere’,
John was home, the dog was starving, it wasn’t John’s business,
are millions not starving and dying because we are searching for an elusive peace?
Now tell me, can we truly have a confluence of a river of peace and an ocean of conflicts?