A Tryst With The Terrorist - Poem by AtreyaSarma Uppaluri
'The terrorist began to speak...'
'How can a terrorist talk
When his only words are bombs? '
'Well, he did speak all the same...
In my haunted dreams, of course:
Does a lion dialogue with his prey?
He just charges and strikes his quarry.
Why should I tarry?
I'd simply finish off
Anyone whose face I detest.
I should be the master
Of all I survey.
The universe is for man alone
Strongest of them only reign here
The rest have no place,
So them I'll put to rest.
I am the only best
To decide what is right.
One thought only should do the rounds
In the world
And that should be mine
I'm a one-track hero.
Sword is mightier than word
Force is greater than friendliness
Terrorism is superior to humanism
This is my credo
I'm an iconoclast.
A single sweep of sword
Puts my enemy down;
Words would take eons
Yet might not change my foe.
I can't be patient
I'm a bloodhound in a hurry.
Anyway, words are damned duds
They are for sissies
Who have time to waste
I am a he-man of deeds.
I take my victims off guard
And hit them on the sly
Like a slithering cobra
Aren't I from the Devil's line?
The Epilogue (With Double Acrostic)
Terrorising nations and people with devilish delight
Eliminating, side by side, all reason and dialogue
Reckless in deeds, hell-bent upon undoing all order
Rearing their explosive heads all over like a meteor
Only to impose their sadistic tyranny with frenzied aggro!
Reaction to terrorism, as Nature's law, is bound to occur
In terms of eschatology, 'Hells-where, ' if not on earthly loci.
Symphony of divergent notes, symbiotic existence of all beings
My dear brothers, is the Divine Design, whatever be our (sch) ism!
[Jan 10,2009: : Hyderabad - 500 056]
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