poet Dr subhendu kar

Dr subhendu kar

***barbarism In Pink City Again! ! !

I am really shocked to behold the pink city
Blood when flows near by the green field
From the ill fatted souls of their mother’s womb
Tear when turns red eyes yet steeped in sorrows

Serial blasts brutals as act against humanity
in this maddened world across the mankind
fire when burns the love in men innocent
blood when pierced into tearful sorrows
peace and care when waned by evil insane

should we still call them homosapiens, perhaps no
unwanted rogues resourced by their own ill design
society still seems wild by the doings of paranoia
yet we call upon justice knocking the door of divine

barbarism still plays by the laughter of wickedness
slanting across the door of terrorism when befuddled
as when wrought by the minds of ill born dunderheads
can we not classify them in between man and killer giant

still they seem to be more severe and wild by the death
even more dangerous than wild and insane of the jungles
the crown when worn by the heinous world of terrorism
the cruelty has already infiltrated to our blood

yet not the last massacre of trade centre or else where
that has not yet been blotted out from our mind,
still we remember that horrific moments by the death

the process of annihilation when starts
sun may disappear from east or west
man when counts his age by the void in darkness
heart still bleats and blurs by the hope against hope

and we condemns this domestic terrorism by monsters
God might be feeling pity for those Frankenstein
who never think of their own grave.hanging on their heads

I sill remember the inch cape rock against the storm
Ralf the Rover when embraced the deadly death
I still pray God never allows these heartless worms
to be here again or to grow some where
lest the tears may not fall again on this earth
in the furrows of remorse and sorrows as entwinned

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Poem Edited: Sunday, May 25, 2008

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  • Broken Peaces (5/29/2008 2:15:00 PM)

    Beautifully written these things need to be said and you have done eloquently and honestly brave ten my dear friend

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  • Rani Turton (5/29/2008 4:22:00 AM)

    'Should we still call them homosapiens' is a debatable point. Thanks for this very relevant poem. Yes, to think that people who do things like this once were children...thanks Dr Subhendu.

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  • Katherine Wiley (5/26/2008 8:15:00 PM)

    Dr.Kar-Your poem is beautiful, and fraught with deep meaning. I agree with it whole heartedly, and admire your courage in speaking out. kate

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  • Ivor Hogg (5/25/2008 4:32:00 PM)

    insanity is endemic in the race of man my friend
    Kill those who are different or believe differently but never
    examine your own beliefs.
    The purpose of terrorism is to bring terror and all too easily achieved Any fool can finda cause but few can think

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  • C.R. ClarkC.R. Clark (5/24/2008 4:57:00 PM)

    This is a very disturbing description indeed, as is often the case with truth. It is sometimes hard to believe the brutality that the human race is willing to inflict upon itself. Even though, somewhat depressing, this is an excellent work. Thanks for the invitation. Best wishes
    Richard

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  • Edwina Aleme (5/24/2008 2:10:00 PM)

    I reach out to those who have suffered all kinds of problems
    as regards to what happenend in times of war... I love this poem! ,
    i will add it as one of my favourites...

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  • Linda OriLinda Ori (5/24/2008 11:13:00 AM)

    Such desperation and destruction. If there is a God, how does this continue to happen? Makes you wonder if Evil is winning this war. We can only continue to pray for peace and not let this evildoing take us under. A powerful piece, written from the heart and soul of one who truly understands the implications of war and its consequences. My heart reaches out to you and your country, and every country affected by the devastation brought about by evilminded warmongers with no respect for the lives of others.

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  • Harish K. Thakur (5/24/2008 3:52:00 AM)

    We have turned quite blunt to the horrendous acts being committed by merchants of death who dont have any religion but to kill. The poem nicely presents the pains and the heart rending experiences of the afected in Jaipur. It is but touching and makes you sink more into the state of gloom where we all are and pray for God for the wit to the mindless.

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  • Vidyadhar DurgekarVidyadhar Durgekar (5/23/2008 10:03:00 PM)

    It is evident from these incidents only love can bring hope and peace and nothing else.rest all should be secondary.It is incompetence to use violence against helpless people..............

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  • Gi Galen (5/23/2008 3:42:00 PM)

    Against tragic element the Love and future respect «pink city» … appears...

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  • Dee Daffodil (5/23/2008 11:58:00 AM)

    Yet they do live here...they live among us, and wait until the right moment when they can prey upon innocent lambs. You have portrayed pure evil...raw...brutal...and hated. no matter what humanity exists...there shall always remain...evil as a balance.
    Hugs,
    Dee

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  • Harry Couchon Jr (5/22/2008 1:56:00 PM)

    Your poem perfectly regects all the evils inflicted on mankind by mankind itself but there also is kindness and compassion between people while we should never forget the injustices done we should concentrate on the acts of goodness and unselfishness that we sometimes show eqach other
    Harry

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  • Pallichadath Balasubramanian (5/22/2008 9:18:00 AM)

    You have well brought out your protest against evil through your good poem. The poem touched my heart. Let me congratulate you for your good thinking and words. You deserves appreciation, Doctor.

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  • Anjali Mandokhot (5/22/2008 8:18:00 AM)

    i'll pray d wish in d last lines comes true.......it seems dats only wat we can do

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  • Andrew BlakemoreAndrew Blakemore (5/22/2008 2:55:00 AM)

    This is a very powerful piece of work. Let's hope that one day the world will be a peaceful place and that we all may live long enough to see it happen. Best wishes, Andrew

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  • Lawrence S. Pertillar (5/22/2008 12:39:00 AM)

    The title of this poem invites the reader to prepare for a not so pleasant journey.
    And you did not disappoint. One barbaric is on an unconscious mission to destroy and destruct. This is a condtioning process. Believing to inflict another sorrow is not observed by the Earth which lives and breathes...feels and reflects. OR returns what it gets. Interesting poem. A bit 'gloomy', however, that is its purpose. And that has been achieved.

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  • Alison Cassidy (5/22/2008 12:14:00 AM)

    This reader feels the intensity of your desperation penned with understandable and heartfelt passion and yet cannot but remember Gibran's words from the Prophet: 'Oftentimes have I heard you speak of one who commits a wrong as though he were not one of you, but a stranger unto you and an intruder upon your world. But I say that even as the holy and the righteous cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one of you, So the wicked and the weak cannot fall lower than the lowest which is in you also.' Sometimes it is necessary to let go of the struggle to understand the very worst and focus instead on celebrating the very best of homo sapiens. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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  • Cindy Escamilla (5/21/2008 8:00:00 PM)

    The imagery is a strong reminder of the horrors humans inflict on one another. I found myself reading some of these lines again and I'm trurly impressed. Thank you for sharing this.

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjrFrank James Ryan Jr...fjr (5/21/2008 6:04:00 PM)

    Passion, angst, and lament, bleed from the womb of this sadly beautiful work....Your versing, here, so accurately reflects the anathema & shock of this
    Anti-Christ war on peace, that these barbarians continue to inflict on innocent hearts, and with spineless, abhorrent cowar.Excellent Work, Doctor, indeed!

    ~ FjR ~
    ..2008..

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  • Eithne Queen of Celts (5/21/2008 1:19:00 PM)

    Good question: should we still call humans 'homo sapiens'? perhaps not.In the beginning, man was pure, he has been created ressembling his Divine Creator...but by sin, which came into man's life by his own choice, that purity has vanished...As for the terrorists, no wonder they do so much bad thinking wrongly that they do good, since they do not believe in the one and only true God.They aren't aware of the fact that suicide is a deadly sin and all who make that will burn in the pit of hell, forever. It is a mad world, and you've accurately described it.We must never lose our hope! let each of us do his best, and the world will surely become a better place.Keep on the good work.

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