Binu Mathew Poems

In childhood,
Father built a bronze cage,
Siblings turned it silver in teenage,
Later, spouse gifted,
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It's staunch belief, dear lad, to kill,
‘Branded' enemies, to carry out His will,
For reasons, beyond our comprehension,
As if the world in need of redemption.
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The world's fine when media silent!
Cos, they can make zones, witnessing violent,
Clashes, paradise of peace, or bring,
Chaos in calm meadows with dramatic swing!
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War's a game, designed by devils born in sin,
Where the two warring factions rarely win;
But leaders who scratch each other's' back,
Gain mutual benefit and the firms that back!
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If man's mortal and life's uncertain, why to amass wealth,
In disproportions, for distant descendants to be prodigal,
And build multi-storied mansions, when millions live in filth,
With no space to put their corporeal frame for desires, conjugal!
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The World, in grief, hangs its head in shame,
As shameless leaders still hang out for fame,
At the plight of penniless people perishing,
On rails n roads, the death corridors, crashing!
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Massive rocks can't impede,
Nor fallen trees create blockage,
To the gushing flow of a love spring,
That heads to join a thirsty river!
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In unison, all pledged,
Evil in the neighbourhood,
Be eliminated, while,
Neighbours echoed the same!
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Wish I were a flower on the wreath placed on your bosom,
To decay with your mortal remains, a paragon of virtue,
To be one under earth, and later in heaven be awesome,
Soulmates, to enjoy all pleasures of life you did eschew!
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All objects and organs are meant for use in time,
Not for museums, to be showcased in rust and dust.
So are pleasures of flesh and blood in prime,
To feed, breed and quench thirst for love and lust!
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