A Praise For Martyrdom - Poem by Debasish Mishra
The speechless, helpless & smouldering earth
Burns alone with unseen flames;
Sitting atop on the disguised hearth,
We are busy in shifting blames.
Will someone try to hear her cry?
Will someone stand to wipe her tears?
Alas! we allow her to die
And smile with veiled eyes & ears.
Oh! one more year is here again-
The moving chain of Time rules-
But what need there is to revel in vain
Like a flock of feigning fools.
So strangely we prefer to celebrate
Closing our eyes for the years to come;
We knowingly welcome Doom's day, yet,
I must praise our Martyrdom.
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