Black Clouds Poem by dipak adhya

Black clouds

When a true gesture
Is politicized
Humanity is murdered
When a true statesman
Utters the words of peace
The universe laughs in joy
The innocent minds go to sleep
The Spring springs the first flower

Just then,
If one says about the new fear of terrorism
The recruitment of terrorists is heard
Black clouds gather in the sky
Innocence dies
And the pen
Stops writing new poems of hope again!



(Based on a report on TOI,03/03/19)