Resounding drums in the air
With trumpet sounds of war
Darkness engulfs minds and souls
Masses echoing for help
He runs up, she runs down
Everybody flees for his /her life
Father knows not his son
Mother cares not about her children
Gunshot here and there
Some die, some elude
Corpse align in series
Source of unfavorable odour
And rotten for birds to feed
Heart beats up and down
Out of tune and phase
Mind on supreme alert
Soul in sleepless act
All senses at work
With one another in harmony.
Silence in the market
Smokes in the town
Dwellers in disarray
Wilderness is the refuge
Race for safety
Prayers of peace
Alarming voice of a little girl
Seeking her mother’s care
Sinusoidal echoing in the jungle
With a beam of tears
What a pity
No comforter for her
A little kid in loneliness
With a fear grabbing face
And weary countenance
Crying profusely for aid
What a damn
No sympathy for him
Titanic damage hap:
Fields destroy, Herds squander,
No place to call a home,
No people to call a family,
Labour of yesteryear,
Expunge in inferno,
And hopes of better day
Dwindle in calamity.
Glimpse of realm of war
With hearts, mind and souls
In sorrow, fear and calamity;
And all distress experience
In the midst of chaos
Compare with attitudes that prevail:
In the reigns of peace,
That enables joy and happiness
Fused with glee and bliss.
It’s not an understatement;
War is never a said prayer,
… But a peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem