War Gun Poem by Partha Pratim Goswami

Burning sun blazes
With its full intensity
Over my dozed head!

Just after childhood dreams
Oh! Now I am at teenage.

Still………
I remember my old friends
And the butterfly chase
Bathing and playing
In the great river,
Passing nearby our village
On some of
Such sunny days.

Now……..
All turns blur
And my voice slur,
For a war within another
For some devastating war guns-
Put into the hands
Of all teenagers
Locking them in a dark cage
With so much fear and rage.

Where……..
Humanity is defeated by cruelty
Love takes form of amorous brutality,
Mankind is slapped and ragged
All art are enslaved
With the avarice of power;
Tradition is tranquilized
For some vogue demands
Of those cowards-
Who hides behind
The protected fort
Handing us weapons
Against our own.

But…….
Cold wind blows again
To awake my heart and soul
And I scream blatantly
Triumph! triumph!
Let's triumph over
This war gun.