Message Poem by Rajendra Nagdev

Sitting alone in veranda
a mug of coffee
in one hand
and writing pad in another
wandering in the desert of my heart
I'm pondering intensely over
things happening around
happening to the mankind
happening on the borders of countries
happening across my planet
wondering!
why the earth is a ball of fire?
why not a ball of rubber
a kid could play with?

I'm thinking... thinking
limitlessly thinking
with earnest desire
to transmit my wingless thoughts
to the heads of states
to the generals of armies
to the religious greats
capable of carrying masses along
in the direction they please.

I plea them all
to march for global peace
so that, an orphaned kid
is not left crying on the rubble
a foot away from the dead dad and mom
so that, limbs
of the innocent brothers and sisters
are not flung high in the sky
by merciless blasts.

I wonder!
their antennae will receive message
or
bounce back to the transmitter unthankfully
but, I'll continue
transmitting tirelessly
till their point of tiredness
till they bow
willingly or unwillingly.

That will be a great day,
the day of the greatest victory
for humanity,
the victory of
right over wrong
the victory of
good over evil
and
the victory of
human over demon.
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