A child I knew
fond of possessing things
holding them under his pillow at night,
and carrying them all in pockets in the morning.
Waiting for the right road
to embark his toy car
that will take him to a new city
and his little german cannons
that will fight him all his wars.
One day the child breaks
one of his cannons, and
the red toy-car.
Forgetting that new city
and all his wars.
He tells men - going to that city,
riding alike toy-cars,
that he is now a settler,
and prefers peace over war.
- Syed Rehan
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