Cold Hearted Poem by Vishnudev Murikkanattil

Cold Hearted



{‘A poem in memory of Hiroshima Incident’}

To deep he slumped,
With a lot of hues
Dark-Full of dark,
A thing can’t be seen
He prayed for light,
Then came the divine spirit,
Light-Excess light,
Said, he no, I can’t,
So again dark sustained-

Green, full of green,
Fruits, trees-a lot of trees-
So, it is sure – not Earth,
Then-it is heaven,
He stepped with a lot of desires,
Fire ablazed at the time –
Of his “landing”.

“Landing”-he had in mind,
The landing of “LITTLE BOY”.
People-the victims took the way to heaven,
The Pilot cheered-as his team,
Got success in ‘destruction’

The blaze-Came on his lading-
Alterated, the heavenly feelings-
Now it is not the God’s home-
Full of fire, full of pain,
He - the pilot-a cold hearted team member
Caught within the fires of Yama’s World.

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