Communique

May there be no pain,
No malaise, No hate,
May there be no vice,
No gloom, No spate,

Tell them to rejoice,
Every moment of pain,
Every dice on the board,
Every drop of rain,

And to desire let us say,
You may not now stay,
Like clouds in autumn,
You could now drift away,

'Cause in life we've learnt,
This lesson a hard way,
To want and demand,
Means to lose everyday,

So behold all claims,
Of right and might,
Which take the day light,
Out of sight,

And lets hold on,
To the pilllars of the dome,
That covers us ever,
And leads us back Home..

[Communique means an announcement, a public declaration made to the masses.]

-Chetan