Skip to main content

DEATH AGAINST DEATH

When they kill'd one, deploy'd we two.
Yet they kill'd two, and twenty we deploy'd.
Then twenty slaughter'd, position'd we two hundred...
The numbers thus went on -
The numbers thus go on -
Unchallenged, undeterred, unabated;
Yet fed, nourish'd, revolved...

 All through horrors, terrors, ruination;
Through cruelty, violence, depredation;
On mutilated bodies and bloodbaths;
In attacks, defences, and counter wraths;
That we employ death for killings,
That we employ death against killings;
And the numbers are rising -
From thousands to millions,
From millions to billions...
And the whole world becomes
An altogether ultimate war zone
Fraught with combats, crusades, war fares
And 'Butchers-all-butcher'd-all' competition...

 Those who kill are the same humans,
Those who're kill'd are the same humans -
All for different causes,
All by different designs...
On the soil all our feet,
Time bombs, landmines beneath
And over, escalating spraying of bullets
And we are caught - all in-between !!!

                               --- N P Samal

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

I DO CRY : SONNET 59

I cry, I do cry breathless like a baby. You notice me or not but I do cry-- Whole drown'd in tears--be it night or day it be-- No care if you find me absurd and wry. But I can't be unfair to cry, or vague If crying can protect me from strokes of death  That nothing else on earth can, though I beg With my bowl'd palms held heavenward in good faith. Yes, I do cry. (Whoe’er on earth will not With the betrayer's dagger stabb'd in heart?) But know my tears will flow all through the drought And grow new plants of love ere life does 'part. Maybe to kill the fatal pain the heart bears, Come out generously life-giving tears. -- N. P. SAMAL 
2 comments
Read more

THE RETURN : RHYME 100

Infants gambol about their home With blooms and toys, But they return to mom's bosom For the real joys. Children frolic about the streams, In meads and hedges, But to their home they return for Their real flowerage. Youths do rush about crazy for World's whole treasure, But they return for real living To own life and career.  Adults get sunk into the labour With dedication, But this's the return to raise well Their own children.  The old trudge about the yard Of their nursing shed, But lastly they return for rest To their death bed. -- N. P. SAMAL 
1 comment
Read more

MAMA'S FRIENDS GO TO SCHOOL : RHYME 90

Mama says 'No!' to monkey who wants To go to her school, The monkey gets piqued and makes  'Growl, growl, growl!'. Mama says 'No!' to squirrel who wants To go to her school, The squirrel gets piqued and makes 'Growl, growl, growl!'. Mama says 'No!' to parrot who wants  To go to her school, The parrot gets piqued and makes  'Growl, growl, growl!'. Mama says 'No!' to sparrow who wants To go to her school, The sparrow gets piqued and makes 'Growl, growl, growl!'. But all her friends do go behind her As she leaves home, And look at her through the window From outside the classroom.  Mama angrily tells them to go back  From her school, But they get piqued and make 'Growl, growl, growl!'. - N P SAMAL 
1 comment
Read more