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my own thoughts keep me trapped,
the bonds tighten when I try to
think my way out

I am only truly free when I open my
heart and mind to something different,
which is to open myself to love

I am slowly lifted out of myself,
when I give and receive love.
helping others, really helps me
to be free
Armies fighting
throughout time
from bow and arrow
to bombs
one outcome as always remand the same
people die, children, men, women
life gets extinguished
without working towards peace
no one wins
war ends one way
people die, children, men, women

Land was taken
people were executed
revenge was sought
religions clashed
what ever the reason  
what ever the excuses
one thing will never change
no one wins
people  die, animals die, we die
I can write poetry when you call
And just a few lines when you write
But when there's no contact at all
*The pages of my notebook remain white
 Aug 2014 Mehma Kunwar
Ben Jonson
So breaks the sun earth's rugged chains,
      Wherein rude winter bound her veins;
So grows both stream and source of price,
      That lately fettered were with ice.
So naked trees get crisped heads,
      And colored coats the roughest meads,
And all get vigor, youth, and spright,
      That are but looked on by his light.
There's nothing
      I'd rather do
             Than just be
                     **With You
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