A Dawn For Peace

The mist, the fog and the serenity;

The green grass soft as velvet.

The sky was above last night;

Now the doves too are waiting.

The swing was synchronising the merriment;

Now it hangs motionless, white crystals cloaked its rust.

A few homestead billowing smoke;

Dawn brought forth culinary necessities.

Thumping steps are waiting to tread the cobblestones.

Few tender souls rush to meet the townsfolk.

The commotion unleashes the hawk among the pigeons.

‘Peace’ ! It is peaceful here! Exclaimed the slanger.

The young hearts retreat at the weird behaviour of the guests;

Wondering the deprivation! Is it Food, Clothing or Shelter?