The Day They Shelled Bamiyan Buddhas, I Guessed It What It To Befall Afghanistan Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The day they shelled the Bamiyan Buddhas,
I could guess about
What it would the future of the land
Where the cliff-hewn, rock-cut Buddhas stood they
Under the shadow of
Mortars, shells, hammers, axes
And what more to say it about?
I saw them silently fighting with
The messiahs of peace
Bombing and shelling
With missiles and rocket launchers
Buddhas under fire,
I saw them silently the turbaned fellows
Sturdy and mighty
And so militant.