Where Is Solution Poem by Bireswar Halder

A bomb explodes, we take this lying down
It splinters, mangles bodies, cuts human life
Some become invalid for the rest of their lives
The devil dances in blood, on the fallen bodies.

One after another blasts rip the air
Pierces the holy peace, conjures dark times
But nobody bothers for the loss and damages
Because a huge amount is given as compensation.

No shame disgraces the humanity
The throne becomes static
None dares to dethrone the king
And the feeble king has no clues.

The king delivers rhetoric after every blast
Makes his swift tour indifferently
Keeping himself in the security zone
All expenses drawn from the tenants` tax.

The king purchases arms and ammunition
For the safety of his country
Which are seldom used in battle
But gets crores as commission of deal.

After each blast the king blames it
A handiwork of the foreign foes
As life is tied to this fate, this blood-spill
We hear deafening screams from everywhere.