Flowers on The Coffin of Colours

By Maahika Ajay Kumar

We can take the terms of tranquility and unity,

as the absence of war and the presence of justice.

But what about the conflict in mind?

And hate with words, and that in the iris?

Actions definitely speak louder than words,

but what about the words of hatred in the mind that hurt deeper than a sword in the back

or a bullet right in the head.

The bullet and sword kill at once,

but the minds kill each moment that fled.

What if we understood the complex mind with a little heart?

We could bring out the colours rather than red, unite the colours on the flags, those that

we use for depiction, the colours we call pretty and ugly and moreover unite the thoughts

in the mind.

Only when we bloom flowers inside our hearts,

can we stop offering flowers on the coffins of what the war killed, not only to others but

to ourselves too, can we be a little more kind?

By Maahika Ajay Kumar