For Whom The Bell Tolls? Poem by Ravi Panamanna

THE DESTINY OF HITLER.

A splintered skull,
A blood stained floor.
A voiceless pistol,
The tyrant is no more.

The lion has left the den,
Peace now prevails over the glen.
The growl is far away gone,
Life has regained the tone.

The corpse is ruthlessly drawn.
An era is finally blown.
To that blazing pyre
Those silent gas chambers sing a dirge.

Don’t you remember their strangled moments?
Don’t you feel at heart a torrential rain?
What for were the tyrant and his company?
What for were those hunting and bray?

Where are those days gone?
Nothing has a permanent tone.
The world may be easily possessed
But in a moment, thou art also dispossessed.

An eagle meets his way
His life too has a sway.
Life is a boomerang,
Star studded decades are finally wrung.