Aniamma
Joseph
PEACE
A little girl went
to a shop
“My mom says
there’s no peas
Will you give me
some peas?”
“Sure”, the
shopkeeper said,
“Here’s what you
asked for
“Get this for
twenty rupees”.
The little girl
took it to her mother
“Mom! Here’s peas
for you”
“What do you mean?
This is not what I need
I need
PEACE—understand? P-E-A-C-E!”
“Oh! Mom! Shall I
go again and get it for you?”
“ No Dear! You
won’t get it in any shop. This is different”
The little girl
looked confused.
“Write it in
paper, Mom”—she wrote it for her.
“Take it your Dad
and ask him not to drink.”
“Then there’ll be
Peace?”
“Sure!”
She took it
to her Dad
“Dad! Where can I
get this?”
Dad frowned at the
piece of paper
“This? Oh, you are
not going to get it anywhere.”
“Nowhere?”
“ This is
different! Ask your Mom not to nag and shout.”
“Then there’ll be
Peace?”
“Sure!”
The little girl
scattered the peas in the courtyard
The crows came and
pecked up
The more crows came,
the happier they all looked
They sang in bass and
broke into a hop-step- jump dance
“Do they have
peace?” the little girl wondered
She asked everyone
she met
Big-mouthed they
were
Nor did she
understand the big things they said
Finally an old
wayfarer said
“This is what we
get plenty in children like you
Sow the seed of
“Peace” in your mind
It germinates and
grows above all BARRIERS.”
“Like Jack
and the Beanstalk” the little girl mused.
Dr.Aniamma Joseph
INDIA
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