Of peace we talk

Of Peace We Talk…
We talk, in our plush living rooms,
Of things like world peace.
We talk of it as we would,
Of the moon or the sun
or other things of space,
which exist but far away.
As if it doesn't affect us,
Not in the slightest manner.

As if, we become wise men
in our homes and talk of these phenomenon
like astronomers do about the stars.

But unseen by our self-blinkered vision,
Peace is slipping away every hour,
Like grains of sand from a lax fist.
And soon, when all is lost,
We won't have
the wise men’s rooms any more,
to hide into and pretend
that it is not happening to us,
but to someone
who is far from connected to us.
~Maithili Desai