Silent Flows Danube Poem by Harish k. Thakur

Silent sleeps Danube
Under the blanket of thick mist,
Over the ruby landscapes of Belgrade.

The rascals of peace
Howl over its serene waters
And escape friskily
Into the broiling heart
Of Kosovo.

Flummoxed
The green-belted rangers
Of the United Nations
And the hued patrons
Of liberty and equality,
Take a second look
At the migrating legs
From the quagmire of uncertainty,
And settle peacefully
In their secure barricades.

The hearts that swing
Over the quaking legs
Tumultuously
Seek asylum
In the holes
Of deceptive cobras.

Silent flows the life,
Another flux
Of prosperity and modernity,
Along the borders of wails
And the languishing hearts,
Hoodwinking over the tents of justice
Under the skies
Pervaded by hawks.