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The War of Peace

Updated: Jul 29

By Sanvi Walvekar


In the echoes of silence,

I chose chaos.

For me calmness lied in the hustle.

Knowing I was a valley down,

I didn't strive to climb the mountain high.

Often drenched by the thoughts of war and battle, 

I found myself like a stained mark on a clean page.

A reflection stood before me , 

Telling me about my stories of success and showing me the devastated reality! 

Then,

The reflection got rippled by a tiny stone.

The chaos was gone ,

The hustle disappered,

The mountain was seen and , 

the war of peace began .


By Sanvi Walvekar





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