Kill, Kill

You cannot mean well,
If you ring the knell
Every day and night
And believe you’re right.
If you just destroy,
Peace is a decoy,
Never say you will
Get peace if yoy kill.
If that’s true, go ahead,
Kill each infant in bed,
Spill its bottle of milk,
Cut off its hair of silk,
Smother its pure smile,
End up the short while
It hass lived so far
In tin roofed with tar.
Kill every olive tree
And every toiling bee,
They don’t deserve to live
For someday they might give
Life to a little child
That might get mad and wild
So as to chalenge you
And get his life anew.
Ravish the fields of corn,
The flowers newly born,
Break the hens’ fragile legs,
Destroy their nests and eggs.
Kill the birds in the yard,
The horses working hard.
Kill every adolescent
Inside his shaking tent
Which has been on the move
As you wanted to prove.
Kill his young ambition,
Isn’t that your mission?
Kill him it’s not a ‘crime’,
‘He’s not worth a dime.’
Go ahead! Stab each womb,
Dig a collective tomb,
Sharpen your swords and knives
And take their ‘worthless’ lives.
I’m so sorry for you’
They spoil all that you do,
They’re not afraid to die
And they’re not used to cry.
Since they alawys revive,
They’re easily survive.
Go ahead! Take down schools,
Break the pencils and tools.
Kill every body,
No one needs to study.
Pull down the orphan’s roof
Deprrirve him of his loaf.
Destroy the fertile field,
Don’t let ever yield
Any crop for those mouths
Hunger stricken for months.
Kill their memory
And their painful history,
Otherwise they’l haunt you
And they will surely do.
Beware of those who fall
For they’ll demand your soul.
Beware of those who die
And you can’t justify.
Killers are naturally
Much weaker morally,
They hide behind their arms,
Yet their legs shake and arms.
Take every possible life
With your axe and knife,
Kill them, spare no parent
Or any grandparent.
But will you be content?
Will you take the hint?
Let’s hope that very soon
You’ll see you’re a balloon
Void of any substance
That can beat resistance.
It’s so useless indeed,
But you simply need
A moment’s true vision
To reach the decision
That ensures life for all
And stop this senseless fall.

You Always Ask

You always ask if I really love you,
To tell the truth sometimes I feel I do,
And sometimes I feel we’re complete strangers,
Roaming like two unfamiliar rangers.
We beelong to two different mentalities,
Even worse two conflicting loyalties.
We always magnify our differences
And like to hide behind our defenses.
For a second we are love incarnate,
The next, alas, we can’t communicate.
Our world is like a bubble, a balloon,
Or a web that collapses very soon.
Sometimes we seem to be like two quiet straems
Flowing side by side like happy, sweet dreams,
Later on we behae ferociously
And hurt each other though unconsciously.
Whatever anger we all migh harbour
Due to every attack or every murder,
Instead of sympathizing we rather
Choose to accuse and blame each other.
We all are victims, so try to understand
We must walk side by side, hand in hand.
We all must fight against those who wage wars
And thus bring terror to thresholds of doors.

Though

Though peace is daily and savagely slain
And innocence brutally raped then killed,
Though misery, suffering, grief and pain
Pour down until all hearts are overfilled,
Though the ground is dyed red with infants’ blood
And human bombs waste the merry singing,
Though bereaved eyes still shed a second flood
And pangs of helplessness keep on stinging,
Though mad, fierce war winds never cease to howl,
And kindle hatred beneath hell’s altar,
Though every chance for lasting peace we foul,
And nothing we seem to do or alter,
I believe peace is still achievable,
For it’s certainly inevitable.

Going to the Beach

I cancelled all my business care
And left as early as I could,
The morning breezee was fine and fair,
And I felt great, In fact I should.
Two summers had already passed
Without having gone for a swim,
But, I hoped, it was time at last,
So I fled while it was still dim.
I told myself I wouldn’t let
Anything frustrate my intent.
Even mother who used to fret
Couldn’t have my intention bent.
A sea lover I was known to be,
I never missed a swimming day,
But for the last two summers we
Have been obliged indoors to stay.
The whole state is terror stricken,
That’s why the future looks obscure
And every one is fear smitten.
Yet I was on my way to the beach,
No matter what might happen to me,
But soon I had to change my speech
For being deterred by the M.P.
I tried every thing in my power
So as to move on with my mission,
But I had to waste an hour
Before I cleared their suspicion.
Once again I was on my way,
Hoping to find no obstacles,
But no matter how hard I did pray,
I couldn’t get rid of all shackles.
A barrier put up by the police
Got me stuck in a terrible jam,
I wish we had a day of peace
But who on earth gives a damn.
Two more hours passed just in vain,
And they had no other way in fact,
Being hit again and again,
They really should remain in tact.
I do respect their vigilance
Because we’re too on the same boat ,
Terror doesn’t tell the difference
Between the victims it has caught.
At last I reached the ‘ promised beach’,
But I was asked to leave at once,
Though I tried so hard to beseech,
They couldn’t give me any chance.
Actually they were not to blame
As they’d found a suspect object,
Of course I would have done the same,
So I went back with due respect.

Just a Kid

I saw him lying dead,
He was shot in the head,
“What did he do?” I said,
“ He went to buy some bread.”
He was thin, pale and cold
And he was ten years old,
He had to be so bold
To do as he was told.
Nine mouths lived in one room
Too crowded for a broom,
Since they all lived in gloom
They never thought of doom.
He dreamt of going out,
For he was locked and shut
Inside a stiffling hut
Which was so dim and hot.
The siege sometimes could be
For two months, perhaps three,
So to buy bread and tea
Once in a while they’re free.
They live on both mostly
Though they are damn costly.
If they’re treated justly,
Who gives a damn firstly?
Destruction everywhere,
There’s nothing clean to wear
And no water to bear,
Yet no one seems to care.
You always hear a knell,
Or the tolls of a bell,
Who’s killed no one can tell
For here’s a living hell.
It can be anyone
No matter what he’s done.
He might be killed for fun
By some one with a gun.
If fear isn’t suppressed,
A trigger may be pressed.
Crimes nobody witnessed
Are in no way confessed.
A jail inside a jail
And they accept no bail.
The pure are those who fail,
So peace is weak and frail.
If bars do block the heart,
One cannot have a start.
Why can’t we make a dart?
What holds us back in fact?
The kid was lying down
And he was about to drown,
His hair curly and brown
Put on a reddish crown.
His yearning was so great,
He wished to pass the gate,
The bread was just the bait,
Or was he the bait by fate?
For months he had no schol,
And that wasn’t so cool,
At home the only tool
He played with was a stool.
He placed it by the wall
And peeped out through a hole.
A monster past night fall
Used to appall them all.
A dreadful, deadly beast
Which lives on human feast,
Its roar, to say the least,
Is heard throughout the east.
It destroys far and wide,
In killing it takes pride,
It crawls from side to side,
And there’s nowhere to hide.

Yet the kid didn’t care,
He didn’t fear to stare,
Sometimes he’d even dare
Crawl to the open air.
He was free, fast and fine
Whom no one could confine,
Being the last of nine
His wish they’d not decline.
So when bread was needed,
To leave they all dreaded,
The kid who hard pleaded
Wasn’t at all heeded.
At last he was granted
The chance he long wanted,
His mother who started
To weepalmosst fainted.
To leave he was bidden,
Though it was forbidden,
He thought he was hidden,
But soon he was smitten.
A rifle’s eye roving
Around the clock moving
Spotted him while leaving
And playfully waving.
The orders were so clear
To soldiers far nad near,
“Their lives or yours, dear,
So shoot without fear.”
How did the killer feel?
Was it easy to heal?
Was it a healthy deal
Or was it an ordeal.

False Democracy

Your democracy is to be
Free from the true democracy.
You declare you’re ‘democratic’,
While you’re oppressive and despotic.
You say you fulfill the people’s woll,
So you destroy, banish and kill.
It’s a Goddamn conspiracy
Against your declared fallacy,
If somebody fights for the true
Democracy you don’t persue.
Sole like to believe and declare,
“Nobody needs to fear or care
Since democracy is alive,
Strong enough to survive.”
Let me tell them this policy
Is too weak to fight piracy.
Democracy derives its strength
From the people’s moral health.
It’s vulnerable to exremes,
To racial and national streams.
It’s so easy to undermine
Its foundations if we decline
To protect true democracy
And guard it against heresy.
Extremists of any kind and shape
Can ravish democracy and rape.
Bad intentions motivate them,
But each in fact a victim
To his doctrine and racial creed
Which to destruction often lead.
Fascism is a two edged sword,
A boomerang is its main chord,
But unless we fight together
And weed its roots altogether,
All the citizens of this state
Will soon be facing the same fate.

The Chat

The chat we had last night
Under the dim street light
Was tragically comic
Or comically tragic,
For we tried to conceal
How we really did feel.
We knew we were in love
And in fact we should have
Confessed, but we were scared
Though passion fiercely flared.
Our fervent, scarlet lips,
Our shaking, restless hips,
Our warmly pleading eyes,
Our fairly boiling thighs,
Our hearts’ palpitation,
All showed infatuation.
But we couldn’t discuss
The feelings binding us,
So we tried to pretend
That we didn’t intend
Right from the beginning
To have any longing,
Or any desire
Burning like a fire
So hard to relinquish
Inside our bones and flesh.
In fact we were afraid
For having so much heard
About love that did fail
Because it was too frail
To survive a few hours,
So indeed why should ours?
We feard to ex[erience
The potential existence
Of whatever affair
We could possibly share.
We were so reluctant
To probe the abundant
Feelings that we both knew
We shared but couldn’t view,
Or we were not sure about
Being shrouded in doubt.
How could we be so sure
That this love could endure
Amid the seas of blood
That never ceased to flood?
An explosion heard somewhere
Proved how helpless we were,
How weak the link would be
Between you, dear, and me.