Ashes and Dawn

Posted June 12, 2025 by Joyal Srivastava aged 13

I walk through streets where shadows fall,
Brick and bone beneath it all.
The sky remembers every scar,
Yet still I wish, upon a star.

The echoes of the guns remain,
A distant drum of endless pain.
Yet in my heart a whisper grows-
A seed of peace that no one knows.

I see a child with eyes so wide,
Not yet taught to choose a side.
And in that gaze, I find the thread,
Of all the words we left unsaid.

Let swords be turned to ploughs one day,
Let kindness light the darkened way.
Though I am worn and hope is thin,
I dare to dream we’ll start again.

For after storms, the rivers clear,
And in each dawn, new songs appear.
I’ll hold this hope through night’s embrace,
That peace will find this shattered place.

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