could this one be?
Where there is no war,
one free from gunshots,
a year where tranquility
prevails.
Guns and knives in schools
where children should
have pens and pencils,
causes concern. Tragic to see
young ones die. A shudder
passes through the spine.
My wish could become true,
if man thinks for a while,
notices the havoc around him,
experiences the pain and cries
a year of goodwill and amity
could happen.
This may sound didactic
but cannot help being so.
I envisage this year
and the subsequent ones
pass smooth.
I visualize a paradise
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