On the canvas of life, strokes of pain,
Businesses of war, a vile mistake.
I shout in prayer, sound without echo,
In the soul, peace, my only desire.
In the whisper of the soul, I shout in silence
Where peace blurs, lamentation is born.
In the heart, a resounding plea,
Against war, a deep desire for peace.
Like a distant echo, resonance of peace,
In this world, we seek solace.
God created us with His divine essence,
Inner peace, our greatest presence.
How does it stray in the earthly hustle?
Wars for interest, a dark ritual.
In every sigh, in every dawn,
We shout for peace fervently.
Though the storm threatens calm,
I maintain my peace, my fire, my flame.
In the fabric of divine creation,
I shout for peace, my constant routine.
May souls awaken to their essence,
In inner peace, the true excellence.
May nations drop their weapons,
May calms be born in every heart.
In this poem, in my voice are heard,
Shouts for peace, crossing borders.
May it resonate in every corner, in every mind,
The call for peace, forever.