Let Us Rub Out The War Words Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

we are human
on this earth, we are civilized animals

first world, second world, third world
we all are now on the queue of civilization

first and second world war
now in our remembrance;
grievance in our sensitive trance

yet we are on the forward march of universal humanism

we can speak, write and paint
a flock of birds, flying pigeons;
not the war in advance

we can speak, write and paint
the flowers garden, serve the fragrance of variety flowers

we can speak, write and paint
the sympathetic charitable works of Mother Teresa

we can speak, write and paint
the long walk to freedom of Nelson Mandela,
(freedom of physical along with revengeful mind)

we can speak, write and paint
the non-violent movement of Mahatma Gandhi
not the scene of war, blood in advance

we can speak, write and paint
the seven great rivers, oceans, desert Sahara, waterfall

We can speak, write and paint
the blue sky with the crystal rainbow

We can speak, write and listen
the musical rhythm of the rain
we can meditate on the music of love

we can paint in our every diction, speech
the red sun rising, the full bright moon
not the red blood of the reborn war

we can speak, write and paint
the colors of divine love,
the living unity of poor and rich,
the living unity of man and woman
without discrimination;
not the blue scheme of war in advance

let us
we rub out the words, sentences, paintings
of war in advance;
let us
each for other
we make lifeboat to live
in any tidal dance




-October 16,2019 Chattogram