All my tears have drained
All my limbs have sprained
No more tears left to shed
For the dead or the sufferings in bed!
Oceans of tears
Shed over years
For
The massacred at Jalianwala bagh
And to those of Jehanabad
Senseless killing of Mahatma
Taking away the life of Stuart
The sufferings of the Somalians
And those of Hiroshima!
At
The arrogance of the rich
And the agony of the poor
The vulgar display of wealth
And the silence sufferings of the have-nots!
The cruel acts of the Czars and their tribe
Wicked thoughts of all who subscribe!
The passive response of the spineless
Who dare not oppose the senseless!
All my tears have drained
All my limbs are sprai9ned!
Insensible wickeds rule the roost
Inactive intelligentsia provides the boost
Millennium moves fast to its end
Millions to strive for the next to be better
A new world order
Urgent need to mend the disorder
Through noble measures
That will remove the fissures
Surely usher in great pleasure
And free the world
From the fear of
Wicked wars
Deadly weapons
Cruel minds
Painful penury
Piercing poverty
Killer diceases
Poisonous people
Extorting exploitation
Endless hatred
And there
Let the new millenium dawn
Ushering new world order well drawn
Where
Love and peace will rule
Joy and harmony will prevail
Universal brotherhood will flourish
Heaven and earth will merge
Plenty and prosperity will dance
Not left to the tune of chance!
(Wrote in 2000- still relevant- probably in the next millennium too! ? ! ? ! ? -chose to post it in PH now for what it is worth!)
A very poignant tale in the guise of a poem. Liked the way it ends on such an optimistic note despite all the not-so-pleasant happenings of history.
History repeats in some form or the other. For the sake of one Duryodhana, how many people died at Kurushetra.. For the sake of one Ravana, how many died in the battle field. For the sake of one Hitler, how many jews were massacred. Hiroshima and Nakasaki were uprooted by two atom bombs. We can go on list out such historical events in the world of destruction. In spite of all these things, God do send His messengers like Jesus, Buddha, Abraham Lincoln, Gandhiji and so on, who preached love and tolerance. Your poem is very powerful in presenting this kind of picture in my mind and it kindled such thoughts when I read it..
In10se,10der.... and please Subbaraman.. keep Righting them One Peace at a Time.... aroha
All is not lost, there is still plenty of good out there. Deep and insightful, thank you!
a sweeping telling of human history...of despair and hope...there's tremendous tempo that comes through intense internalizing of the external...i loved reading it, subbaramanji...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
relevant till this world exists...meaningful thought provoking poem...10