The Poetry for Peace contest was held from 15 September until 14 October 2011. The winners were anounced at a ceremony at UN headquarters in New York.
Below is one of the contest entries.
HOIST THE MAN Not the arrival of spring But what is needed is the blooming of smiles The robe end of soul Ought to flutter like a white flag In the flowing river of blood Not as a warehouse of flesh and blood But a vision is needed to view the man As a tender leafy tower of friendship If the resting places of yester years Turn into today's graveyard ruins The gardens of humanity of the day Will turn to be desert lands of morrow And lay shattered as fragmented dreams In the storm of the despotic breaths To quell the fire of hunger is scientific, Than to create a nuclear warhead Not the sensational news about successful cloning It is noble to breathe fire into a lamp on the wane The blaze of Hiroshima violence The grief of corpses at Nagasaki Stand as signs of clamped ban on the breath The crushing of the young at the Tiananmen Square And the hate ritual of corpses in Lebanon Are undoubtedly the brutal axe blow On the roots of humanity What is to be achieved by killing the man? An empire of the graves? Or a rule of the waste lands? Forget your identities And come, forgetting your enmities Chisel the man as the heir of the Christ and Buddha Erect him as the refulgent white peak, And hoist him as the flag of peace! GARLAND OF HEARTS... Slowly I open the life and look into There I find my self split into numerous shadows... I touch the warm bubbles of blood therein And I feel as if broken into pieces I wade through life as half dead Feeling lonesome , solitary in a crowd Having a monologue in a language I apply to myself Blinking eyes I stay here like a dog on leash Yes I am a loner in the crowd For that matter you, me, he, and all of us... Different may be Our ways Our languages Our problems And our thoughts too may be different But ours is an ancient humanistic outlook Let us be together As I know you And as you comprehend me Let us live becoming one along with humanity Placing heart to heart lets turn into a garland of hearts For we are the wounded If you call me to live together I shall spread my dreams in welcome Yours may be revolution or rebellion A battle or an internecine feud To make your dreams true You may divide the thresholds But I remain as the roof of the house.. Different may be Our nations Our borders And our communities may be different too But Bearing the same color blood We are all born from the world's womb All the minutes I live I would sacrifice for a peaceful world The property I have all Is just the mad courage of love..! To touch me coming from global family One must be the personification of love To shake hands with me One must have bathed in the Oceans of beauty of harmonious love and life.! TO WHICH LAND THIS SAND BELONGS This fist-full of earth in my hand Can you tell me of which country and land? Take a piece of smile and boil on fire Try turning it into a drop of tear Imprisoned in the riddle of falsity When you remain like a tree-solitary Never comes true; your green reverie As long as synthetic camaraderies Walk hand in hand with smiles wry Oceans between man and man never dry Try ever changing your colors and livery For selfish gains in life-movie You still find your history Rooted to earth through your feet, firmly But when you try to see beyond your land; Your sky; your creed, caste and your blood You sure will find a benevolent great new world Waiting keen for you with stretched out hands!!! Stop flowing like burning lavas of ill will Try the way a cuckoo's soothing trill Moistens the desiccated desert's gullet And a dew drop gleams hope on a mirage sill It's all yours; this whole universe Embrace it all... between the earth and the heavens Paint a portrait of a new humane countenance That is naive of knives, land mines and guns And knows just love, love and love alone To make at last the human to win His avowed phenomenon as true human
— Rama Krishna Perugu
All Poems Submitted to the Contest