December – 1971 Poem by Basu Maan

Now the important news,
reading out all over again.
From the white house is being spread,
as contraceptive, peace vocalizations.
Men think of going to moon
while picking up gold coins.

Beside a trench,
an oldie in wrapper,
basking from the sun,
gazing each air-borne fighter.
Some youth with unslept hearts,
shouting “We want revolt and war”.

A couple, like
flowers of the night – truly,
while hearing the fluttering
of the sleeping bird silently,
dreaming of a sweet dream
That would come true surely.